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And all the Dreams that watched Urania's
eyes, And all the Echoes whom their Sister's song Had held in holy silence, cried "Arise"; Swift as a thought by the snake Memory stung, From her ambrosial rest the fading Splendour sprung. -Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), Adonais |
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