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POEMS.
 With his bare arms, the strong athleta where?All have departed from this once gay haunt Of noisy crowds, and silence holds the air.Yet, on this spot, Time gives us to beholdA spectacle as stern as those of old.As dreamily I gaze, there seem to rise,From all the mighty ruin, wailing cries.III.The terrible in war, the pride of Spain, Trajan, his country's father, here was born;Good, fortunate, triumphant, to whose reign Submitted the far regions, where the mornRose from her cradle, and the shore whose steepsO'erlooked the conquered Gaditanian deeps.   Of mighty Adrian here,   Of Theodosius, saint,   Of Silius, Virgil's peer,Were rocked the cradles, rich with gold, and quaint
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