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Struck deeply-rooted, like the poison-treeThat with its shade spreads barrenness around.These, Maid I were men by no atrocious crimeBlacken'd; no fraud, nor ruffian violence:Men of fair dealing, and respectable 475On earth, but such as only for themselvesHeap'd up their treasures, deaming all their wealthTheir own, and given to them, by partial Heaven,To bless them only: therefore here they sit,Possessed of gold enough, and by no pain 480Tormented, save the knowledge of the blissThey lost, and vain repentance. Here they dwell,Loathing these useless treasures, till the hourOf general restitution."Thence they part,And now arrived at such a gorgeous dome, 485As even the pomp of Eastern opulenceCould never equal: wandered thro' it's hallsA numerous train; some with the red-swoln eyeOf riot and intemperance-bloated cheek;

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