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HYPERION.
BOOK I.
Until he reach'd the great main cupola;There standing fierce beneath, he stampt his foot,And from the basements deep to the high towersJarr'd his own golden region; and beforeThe quavering thunder thereupon had ceas'd,His voice leapt out, despite of godlike curb,To this result: "O dreams of day and night!"O monstrous forms I effigiea of pain!"O spectres busy in a cold, cold gloom!"O lank-eared Phantoms of black-weeded pools! 230"Why do I know ye? why have I seen ye? why"Is my eternal essence thus distraught"To see and to behold these horrors new?"Saturn is fallen, am I too to fall?"Am I to leave this haven of my rest,"This cradle of my glory, this soft clime,"This calm luxuriance of blissful light,"These crystalline pavilions, and pure fanes,
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