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BOOK THE NINTH.
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Rapt round the endless course; but Theodore,With force angelic, drove the obedient bark.
They land, a mighty fabric meets their eyes, 765Seen by its gem-born light. Of adamantThe pile was framed, for ever to abideFirm in eternal strength. Before the gateStood eager Expectation, as to listThe half-heard murmurs issuing from within, 770Her mouth half open'd, and her head stretch'd forth.On the other side there stood an aged Crone,Listening to every breath of air; she knewVague suppositions and uncertain dreams,Of what was soon to come, for she would mark 775The paley glow-worm's self-created light,And argue thence of kingdoms overthrown,And desolated nations; ever fill'dWith undetermined terror, as she heardOr distant screech owl, or the regular beat 780Of evening death-watch.

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