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BOOK I.
HYPERION.
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By her in stature the tall AmazonHad stood a pigmy's height: she would have ta'enAchilles by the hair and bent his neck;Or with a finger stay'd Ixion's wheel. 30
Her face was large as that of Memphian sphinx,Pedestal'd haply in a palace court,When sages look'd to Egypt for their lore.But oh! how unlike marble was that face:How beautiful, if sorrow had not madeSorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.There was a listening fear in her regard,As if calamity had but begun;As if the vanward clouds of evil daysHad spent their malice, and the sullen rear 40Was with its stored thunder labouring up.One hand she press'd upon that aching spotWhere beats the human heart, as if just there,Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain:
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