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For still around the eternal walls

The storms of battle rage ; And Hector conquers, Hector falls,

Be« opt in every age.

Genius of Homer ! were it mine To track thy fiery car,

And in thy sunset course to shine A radiant evening star, —

What theme, what laurel might the Muse

Reclaim from ages fled ? What realm-restoring hero chuso

To summon from the dead ?

yonder his shadow flits away : — Thou shalt not thus depart ;

Stay, thou transccndant spirit, stay, And tell me who thou art!

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