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Jove smiled, then bade the Earth unclose,And Lo! before them Honour rose!—"Look," cried the Sire;" Your suit is granted!"—Half-pleased, half-frightened, Love surveyedHis new-born foe—"Thanks, Jove!" He said;"Here's just the Monster that I wanted!"—
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