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HYPERION.
BOOK I.
"I know the covert, for thence came I hither."Thus brief; then with beseeching eyes she wentWith backward footing through the shade a space:He follow'd, and she turn'd to lead the wayThrough aged boughs, that yielded like the mistWhich eagles cleave upmounting from their nest.
 Meanwhile in other realms big tears were shed,More sorrow like to this, and such like woe,Too huge for mortal tongue or pen of scribe: 160The Titans fierce, self-hid, or prison-bound,Groan'd for the old allegiance once more,And listen'd in sharp pain for Saturn's voice.But one of the whole mammoth-brood still keptHis sov'reignty, and rule, and majesty;—Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fireStill sat, still snuff'd the incense, teeming upFrom man to the sun's God; yet unsecure:
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