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Those trackless deeps, where many a weary sail

His chill'd and narrow énergies, his heart, Has seen above the illimitable plain,

Insensible to courage, truth, or love, Morning on night, and night on morning rise, His stunted stature and imbecile frame, Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread Mark'd him for some abortion of the earth, Its shadowy mountains on the sunbright sea, Fit compeer of the bears that roam'd around, Where the loud roarings of the tempest-waves

Whose habits and enjoyments were his own: So long have mingled with the gusty wind

His life a leverish dream of stagnant woe, In melancholy loneliness, and swept

Whose meager wants, but scantily fulfill'd, The desert of those ocean solitudes,

Apprized him ever of the joyless length But vocal 10 the sea-bird's harrowing shriek, Which his short being's wretchedness had reach'd The bellowing monster, and the rushing storm, His death a pang which famine, cold and toil, Now to the sweet and many mingling sounds Long on the mind, whilst yet the vital spark Of kindliest human impulses respond.

Clung to the body stubbornly, had brought : Those lonely realms bright garden-isles begem, All was inflicted here that earth's revenge With lightsome clouds and shining seas between,

Could wreak on the infringers of her law; And fertile valleys, resonant with bliss,

One curse alone was spared—the name of God
Whilst green woods overcanopy the wave,
Which like a toil-worn laborer leaps to shore,
To meet the kisses of the flowerets there.

Nor where the tropics bound the realms of day
With a broad belt of mingling cloud and flame,

Where blue mists through the unmoving atmosphere All things are recreated, and the flame

Scatter'd the seeds of pestilence, and fed Of consentaneous love inspires all life:

Unnatural vegetation, where the land The fertile bosom of the earth gives suck

Teem'd with all earthquake, tempest and disease, To myriads, who still grow beneath her care,

Was man a nobler being; slavery Rewarding her with their pure perfectness:

Had crush'd him to his country's blood-stain'd dust ; The balmy breathings of the wind inhale

Or he was barter'd for the fame of power, Her virtues, and diffuse them all abroad :

Which, all internal impulses destroying, Health floats amid the gentle atmosphere,

Makes human will an article of trade; Glows in the fruits, and mantles on the stream :

Or he was changed with Christians for their gold. No storms deform the beaming brow of Heaven,

And dragg‘d to distant isles, where to the sound Nor scalier in the freshness of its pride

of the flesh-mangling scourge, he does the work The foliage of the ever-verdant trees;

Of all-polluting luxury and wealth, But fruits are ever ripe, Nowers ever fair,

Which doubly visits on the tyranis' heads And autumn proudly bears her matron grace,

The long-protracted fullness of their woe; Kindling a flush on the fair cheek of spring,

Or he was led to legal butchery, Whose virgin bloom beneath the ruddy fruit

To turn to worms beneath that burning sun, Reflects its tint and blushes into love.

Where kings first leagued against the rights of men

And priests first traded with the name of God.
The lion now forgets to thirst for blood :
There might you see him sporting in the sun

Even where the milder zone afforded man
Beside the dreadless kid ; his claws are sheathed,
His teeth are harmless, custom's force has made

A seeming shelter, yet contagion there,
His nature as the nature of a lamb.

Blighting his being with unnumber'd ills, Like passion's fruit

, the nightshade's tempting bane Spread like a quenchless fire; nor truth till late Poisons no more the pleasure it beslows :

Avail'd to arrest its progress, or create All bitterness is past; the cup of joy

That peace which first in bloodless victory waved Unmingled mantles to the goblet's brim,

Her snowy standard o'er this favor'd clime:
And courts the thirsty lips it fled before.

There man was long the train-bearer of slaves,
The inimic of surrounding misery,

The jackal of ambition's lion-rage,
But chief, ambiguous man, he that can know

The bloodhound of religion's hungry zeal.
More misery, and dream more joy than all;
Whose keen sensations thrill within his breast
To mingle with a lofter instinct there,

Here now the human being stands adorning
Lending their power to pleasure an i to pain,

This loveliest earth with taintless body and mind, Yel raising, sharpening, and refining each;

Blest from his birth with all bland impulses, Who stands amid the ever-varying world,

Which gently in his noble bosom wake The burthen or the glory of the earth ;

All kindly passions and all pure desires. He chief perceives the change, his being notes

Him, still from hope to hope the bliss pursuing, The gradual renovation, and defines

Which from the exhaustless lore of human weal Each movement of its progress on his mind.

Draws on the virtuous mind, the thoughts that rise
In time-destroying infiniteness, gift

With self-enshrined eternity, (16) that mocks
Man, where the gloom of the long polar night The unprevailing hoariness of age,
Lowers o'er the snow-clad rocks and frozen soil, And man, once tlceting o'er the transient scene
Where scarce the hardiest herb that braves the frost Swist as an unremember'd vision, stands
Basks in the moonlight's inefTertual glow,

Immortal upon earih: no longer now Shrank with the plants, and darken'd with the night;lle slays the lamb that looks him in the face, (17

And horribly devours his mangled flesh,

The sacred sympathies of soul and sense,
Which, still avenging nature's broken law,

That mock'd his fury and prepared his fall.
Kindled all putrid huinors in his frame,
All evil passions, and all vain belief,
Hatred, despair, and lothing in his mind,

Yet slow and gradual dawn'd the morn of love, The germs of misery, death, disease, and crime.

Long lay the clouds and darkness o'er the scene,

Till from its native heaven they roll'd away:
No longer, now the winged habitants,
That in the woods their sweet lives sing away,

First, crime triumphant o'er all hope career'd
Flee from the form of man; but gather round,

Unblushing, undisguising, bold and strong ;

Whilst falsehood, trick'd in viriue's attributes,
And prune their sunny feathers on the hands
Which littie children stretch in friendly sport

Long sanctified all deeds of vice and woe.
Towards these dreamless partners of their play.

Till done by her own venomous sting to death,

She left the moral world without a law,
All things are void of terror: man has lost
His terrible prerogative, and stands

No longer fettering passion's fearless wing,
An equal amidst equals : happiness

Nor searing reason with the brand of God. And science dawn, though late, upon the earth ;

Then steadily the happy ferment work’d; Peace cheers the mind, health renovates the frame; Reason was tree; and wild thoagh passion went Disease and pleasure cease to mingle here,

Through inngled glens and wood-einbosom'd meado, Reason and passion cease to combat there ;

Gathering a garland of the strangest flowers,

Yet like the bee returning to her queen, Whilst each unfetter'd o'er the earth extend

She bound the sweetest on her sister's brow, Their all-subduing energies, and wield

Who meek and sober kiss'd the sportive child,
The sceptre of a vast dominion there;
Whilst every shape and mode of matter lends

No longer trembling at the broken rod.
Its force to the omnipotence of mind,
Which from its dark nine drags the gem of truth Mild was the slow necessity of death :
To decorate ils paradise of peace.

The tranquil Spirit fail'd beneath its grasp,
Without a groan, almost without a fear,

Calm as a voyager 10 some distant land,

And full of wonder, full of hope as he.

The deadly germs of languor and disease
O Happy Earth! reality of Heaven!

Died in the human frame, and purity
To which those restless souls that ceaselessly Blest with all gifts her earthly worshippers
Throng through the human universe, aspire;

How vigorous then the athletic form of age!
Thou consummation of all mortal hope !

How clear its open and unwrinkled brow! Thou glorious prize of blindly-working will! Where neither avarice, cunning, pride, nor care, Whose rays, diffused thronghout all space and time, Had stamp'd the seal of gray deformity Verge to one point and blend for ever there :

On all the mingling lineaments of time. of purest spirits thou pure dwelling-place!

How lovely the intrepid front of youth! Where care and sorrow, impotence and crime,

Which meek-eyed courage deck'd with freshest grace Languor, disease, and ignorance, dare not come :

Courage of soul, that dreaded not a namo,
O happy Earth, reality of Heaven!

And elevated will, that journey'd on
Through life's phantasınal scene in fearlessness

With virtue, love, and pleasure, hand in hand.
Genius has seen thee in her passionate dreams,
And dim forebodings of thy loveliness
Haunting the human heari, have there entwined Then, that sweet bondage which is freedom's self
Those rooted hopes of some sweet place of bliss, And rivets with sensation's softest tie
Where friends and lovers meet to part no more. The kindred sympathies of human souls,
Thou art the end of all desire and will,

Needed no fetters of tyrannic law: The product of all action; and the souls

Those delicate and timid impulses
That by the paths of an aspiring change

In nature's primal modesty arose,
Have reach'd thy haven of perpetual peace, And with undoubting confidence disclosed
There rest from the eternity of toil

The growing longings of its dawning love,
That framed the fabric of thy perfectness. Uncheck'd by dull and sellish chastily,

That virtue of the cheaply virtuous,

Who pride themselves in senselessness and frost. Even Time, the conqueror, fled thee in his fear; No longer prostitution's venom'd bane That hoary giant, who, in lonely pride,

Poison'd the springs of happiness and life; So long had ruled the world, that nations fell Woman and man, in confidence and love, Beneath his silent footstep. Pyramids,

Equal and free and pure, together trod That for millenniums had withstood the tide The mountain-paths of virtue, which no more Of human things, his storm-breath drove in sand Were slain'd with blood from many a pilgrim's feet. Across that desert where their stones survived The name of him whose pride had heap'd them there. Yon monarch, in his solitary pomp,

Then, where, through distant ages, long in pride Was but the mushroom of a summer day,

The palace of the monarch-slave had mock'd That his light-winged footstep press'd to dust : Fumine's faint groan, and penury's silent tear, Time was the king of earth: all things gave way A heap of crumbling ruins stood, and threw Before him, but the fix'd and virtuous will, Year after year their stones upon the field,

Wakening a lonely echo; and the leaves

Of all events is aggregated there
Of the old thorn, that on the topmost tower That variegate the eternal universe ;
Usurp'd the royal ensign's grandeur, shook Death is a gate of dreariness and gloom,
In the stern storm that sway'd the topmost tower, That leads to azure isles and beaming skies,
And whisper'd strange tales in the whirlwind's ear. And happy regions of eternal hope.

Therefore, o Spirit! fearlessly bear on:
Low through the lone cathedral's roofless aisles

Though storms may break the primrose on its stalk The melancholy winds a death-dirge sung:

Though frosts may blight the freshness of its gloom It were a sight of awfulness to see

Yet spring's awakening breath will woo the earth, The works of faith and slavery, so vast,

To feed with kindliest dews its favorite flower, So sumptuous, yet so perishing withal !

That blooms in mossy banks and darksome glens, Even as the corpse that rests beneath its wall.

Lighting the greenwood with its sunny smile. A thousand mourners deck the pomp of death Today, the breathing marble glows above To decorate its memory, and tongues

Fear not then, Spirit! death's disrobing hand, Are busy of its life: to-morrow, worms

So welcome when the tyrant is awake, In silence and in darkness seize their prey. So welcome wher, the bigot's hell-torch burns;

"Tis but the voyage of a darksome hour, Within the massy prison's mouldering courts,

The transient gulf-dream of a stariling sleep.

Death is no foe to virtue: earth has seen
Fearless and free the ruddy children play'd,
Weaving gay chaplets for their innocent brows

Love's brightest roses on the scaffold bloom,
With the green ivy and the red wall-flower,

Mingling with freedom's fadeless laurels there, That mock the dungeon's unavailing gloom;

And presaging the truth of vision'd bliss. The ponderous chains, and gratings of strong iron,

Are there not hopes within thee, which this scene There rusted amid heaps of broken stone,

or link'd and gradual being has confirm d ? That mingled slowly with their native earth :

Whose stingings bade thy heart look further still, There the broad beam of day, which feebly once

When to the moonlight walk, by Henry led, Lighted the cheek of lean captivity

Sweetly and sadly thou didst talk of death? With a pale and sickly glare, then freely shone

And wilt thou rudely lear them from thy breast On the pure smiles of infant playfulness :

Listening supinely to a bigot's creed, No more the shuddering voice of hoarse despair

Or tamely crouching to the tyrant's rod, Peal'd through the echoing vaults, but soothing notes Whose iron thongs are red with human gore? Of ivy-finger'd winds and gladsome birds

Never: but bravely bearing on, thy will And inerriment were resonant around.

Is destined an eternal war to wage

With tyranny and falsehood, and uproot

The germs of misery from the human heart.
These ruins soon left not a wreck behind :

Thine is the hand whose piety would soothe
Their elements, wide scatter'd o'er the globe, The thorny pillow of unhappy crime,
To happier shapes were moulded, and became Whose impotence an easy pardon gains,
Ministrant to all blissful impulses :

Watching its wanderings as a friend's disease : Thus human things were perfected, and earth. Thine is the brow whose mildness would defy Even as a child beneath its mother's love,

Its fiercest rage, and brave its sternest will, Was strengthen'd in all excellence, and grew When fenced by power and master of the world. Fairer and nobler with each passing year.

Thou art sincere and good ; of resolute mind, Free from heart-withering custom's cold control,

of passion lofty, pure and unsubdued. Now Time his dusky pennons o'er the scene Earıh's pride and meanness could not vanquish thee Closes in stedfast darkness, and the past

And therefore art thou worthy of the boon Fades from our charmed sight. My task is done : Which thou hast now received: virtue shall keep 'Thy lore is learn'd. Earth's wonders are thine own, Thy footsteps in the path that thou hast trod, With all the fear and all the hope they bring.

And many days of beaming hope shall bless My spells are past: the present now recurs. Thy spotless life of sweet and sacred love. Ah me! a pathless wilderness remains

Go, happy one! and give that bosom joy Yet unsubdued by man's reclaiming hand.

Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch

Light, life and rapture from thy smile.
Yet, human Spirit! bravely hold thy course,
Let virtue teach thee firmly to pursue
The gradual paths of an aspiring change :

The fairy waves her wand of charm,
For birth and life and deaih, and that strange state Speechless with bliss the Spirit mounts the car,
Before the naked soul has found its home,

That roll'd beside the battlement, All tend to perfect happiness, and urge

Bending her beamy eyes in thankfulness. The restless wheels of being on their way,

Again the enchanted steeds were yoked,
Whose flashing spokes, instinct with infinite life, Again the burning wheels inflame
Bicker and bumn to gain their destined goal : The steep descent of heaven's untrodden way
For birth but wakes the spirit to the sense

Fast and far the chariot flew:
or outward shows, whose unexperienced shape The vast and fiery globes that rollid.
New modes of passion to its frame may lend; Around the Fairy's palace-gate
Life is its state of action, and the store

Lessen'd by slow degrees, and soon arpear'd

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least 54,224,000,000,000 miles from the earth.* That Win borrow'd light pursued their narrower way. which appears only like a thin and silvery cloud

streaking the heaven, is in effect composed of innuEarth floated then below:

merable clusters of suns, each shining with its own The chariot paused a moment there;

light, and illuminating numbers of planets that reThe spirit then descended :

volve around them. Millions and millions of suns are The restless coursers paw'd the ungenial soil, ranged around us, all attended by innumerable worlds, Snuff'd the gross air, and then, their errand done, yel calm, regular, and harmonious, all keeping the Unfurl'd their pinions to the winds of heaven paths of immutable necessity. The Body and the Soul united then.

Note 3, page 112, col. 1.

These are the hired bravoes who defend
A gentle start convulsed, lanthe's frame:

The tyrant's throne.
Her veiny eyelids quietly unclosed;
Moveless awhile the dark-blue orbs remain'd :

To employ murder as a means of justice, is an She look'd around in wonder, and beheld

idea which a man of an enlightened mind will not Heury, who kneel'd in silence by her couch,

dwell upon with pleasure. To march forth in rank Watching her sleep with looks of speechless love,

and file, and all the pomp of streamers and trumpets, And the bright beaming stars

for the purpose of shooting at our fellow-men as a That through the casement shone.

mark; to inflict upon them all the variety of wound and anguish ; to leave them weltering in their blood; to wander over the field of desolation, and count the

number of the dying and the dead, -are employNOTES.

ments which in thesis we may maintain to be necessary, but which no good man will contemplate with

gratulation and delight. A battle, we suppose, is Note 1, page 106, col. 1.

won :thus truth is established, thus the cause of

justice is confirmed! It surely requires no common The suo's unclouded orb Roll'd through the black concave.

sagacity to discern the connexion belween this im

mense heap of calamities and the assertion of truth BEYOND our atmosphere the sun would appear a ray or the maintenance of justice. less orb of fire in the midst of a black concave. The

Kings, and ministers of state, the real authors of equal diffusion of its light on earth is owing to the the calamity, sit unmolested in their cabinet, while refraction of the rays by the atinosphere, and their those against whom the fury of the storm is directed reflection from other bodies. Light consists either of

are, for the most part, persons who have been trepanvibrations propagated through a subtle medium, or of ned into the service, or who are dragged unwillingly numerous minute particles repelled in all directions from their peaceful homes into the field of battle. from the luminous body. Its velocity greatly exceeds A soldier is a man whose business it is to kill those that of any substance with which we are acquainted : who never offended him, and who are the innocent observations on the eclipses of Jupiter's satellites martyrs of other men's iniquities. Whatever may have demonstrated that light takes up no more than become of the abstract question of the justifiableness 87" in passing from the sun to the earth, a distance of of war, it seems impossible that the soldier should 95,000,000 miles. Some idea may be gained of the

not be a depraved and unnatural being. immense distance of the fixed stars, when it is compu

To these more serious and momentous considerated that many years would elapse before light could|tions it may be proper to uld, a recollection of the reach this earth from the nearest of them; yet in one ridiculousness of the military character. Its first year light travels 5,422,400,000,000 miles, which is a constituent is obedience: a soldier is, of all descripdistance 5,707,600 times greater than that of the sun tions of men, the niost completely a machine ; yet his from the earth.

profession inevitably teaches him something of dogmaNote 2, page 106, col. 2.

tism, swaggering, and self-consequence: he is like the Whilst round the chariot's way

puppet of a showman, who, at the very time he is made Innumerable systems rollid.

to strut and swell and display the most farcical airs, we The plurality of worlds,--the indefinite immensity perfectly know cannot assume the most insignificant of the universe, is a most awful subject of contem- gesture, advance either to the right or to the lett, but plation. He who rightly feels its mystery and gran- as he is moved by his exhibiter. Hodwin's Enquirer, deur, is in no danger of seduction from the falsehoods Essay v. of religious systems, or of deifying the principle of I will here subjoin a little poem, so strongly expresthe universe. It is impossible to believe that the sive of my abhorrence of despotism and falsehood, Spirit that pervades this infinite machine, begat a that I fear lest it never again may be depictured so son upon the body of a Jewish woman; or is angered vividly. This opportunity is perhaps the only one at the consequences of that necessity, which is a that ever will occur of rescuing it from oblivion. synonyme of itself. All that miserable tale of the

FALSEHOOD AND VICE; Devil, and Eve, and an Intercessor, with the childish mummeries of the God of the Jews, is irreconcilable with the knowledge of the stars. The works of

Wuilst monarchs laugh'd upon their thrones

To bear a fainish'd nation's groans, his fingers have borne witness against him.

And hugg'd the wealth wrung from their woe The nearest of the fixed stars is inconceivably dis

That makes its eyes and veins o'erflow,tant from the earth, and they are probably proporLionably distant from each other. By a calculation # See Nicholson's Encyclopodia, art. Lighl.


Those thrones, high built upon the heaps
of bones where frenzied Famine slepps,
Where Slavery wields her scourge of iron
Red with mankind's unheeded gore,
And War's mad fiends the scene environ,
Mingling with shrieks a drunken roar,
There Vice and Falsehood took their stand,
High raised above the unhappy land.

Brother! arise from the dainty fare
Which thousands have toil'd and bled to bestow,
A finèr feast for thy hungry ear
Is the news that I bring of human woe.

And, secret one! what hast thou done,
To compare, in thy tumid pride, with me?
1, whose career, through the blasted year,
Has been track'd by despair and agony.

What have I done !-) have torn the robe
From baby truth's unshelter'd form,
And round the desolated globe
Borne safely the bewildering charm:
My tyrant-slaves to a dungeon floor
Have bound the fearless innocent,
And streams of fertilizing gore
Flow from her bosom's hideous rent,
Which this unfailing dagger gave
I dread that blood !--no more-this day
Is ours, though her eternal ray

Must shine upon our grave.
Yet know, proud Vice, had I not given
To thee the robe I stole from heaven,
Thy shape of ugliness and fear
Had never gain'd admission here.

And know, that had I disdain'd to toil,
But sate in my lothesome cave the while,
And ne'er to these hateful sons of heaven
lladst thou with all thine art essay'd
One of thy games then to have play'd,
With all thine overweening boast,
Falsehood! I tell thee thou hadst lost!-
Yet wherefore this dispute ?-we tend,
Fraternal, to one common end ;
In this cold grave beneath my feet,
Will our hopes, our fears, and our labors, meet.

I brought my daughter, Religion, on earth :
She smother'd Reason's babes in their birth;
But dreaded their mother's eye severe,-
So the crocodile slunk off slily in fear,
And loosed her bloodhounds from the den....
They started from dreams of slaughter'd men,
And, by the light of her poison eye,
Did her work o'er the wide earth frightfully:
The dreadful stench of her torches' flare,
Fed with human fat, polluted the air:
The curses, the shrieks, the ceaseless cries
of the many.mingling miseries,
As on she trod, ascended high
And trumpeted my victory !
Brother, tell what thou hast done.

I have extinguish'd the noonday sun,
In the carnage smoke of battles won :
Famine, Murder, Hell, aud Power
Were glutted in that glorious hour
Which searchless Fate had stamp'd for me
With the seal of her security....
For the bloated wretch on yonder throne
Commauded the bloody fray to rise.
Like me he joy'd at the stifled moan
Wrong from a nation's miseries;
While the snakes, whose slime even him defiled,
In ecstasies of ralice smiled:

They thought 'twas theirs,-but mine the deed I
Theirs is the toil, but mine the meed-
Ten thousand victims madly bleed.
They dream that tyrants goad them there
With poisonous war totaiot the air:
These tyrants, on their beds of thorn,
Swell with the thoughts of murderous fame,
And with their gains, to lift my name.
Restless they plan from night to morn:
1-I do all; without my aid
Thy daughter, that relentless maid,
Could never o'er a death-bed urge
The fury of her venom'd scourge.

Brother, well :

-the world is ours;
And whether thou or I have won,
The pestilence expectant lowers
On all beneath yon blasted sun.
Our joys, our toils, our honors, meer
In the milk-white and wormy winding-sheet:
A shortlived hope, unceasing care,
Some heartless scraps of godly prayer,
A moody curse, and a frenzied sleep.
Ere gapes the grave's unclosing deep,
A tyrant's dream, a coward's start,
The ice that clings to a priestly heart,
A judge's frown, a courtier's smile,
Make the great whole for which we toil;
And, brother, whether thou or I
Have done the work of misery,
It little boots: thy toil and pain,
Without my aid, were more than vain;
And but for thee I ne'er had sate
The guardian of heaven's palace-gate.

Note 4, page 113, col. 1.
Thus do the generations of the earth

Go to the grave, and issue from the womb. One generation passeth away and another generation cometh, but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose. The wind goeth toward the south and turneth about unto the north, it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again

according to his circuits. All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full; unto the place whence the rivers come, thither shall they return again.Ecclesiastes, chap. i.

Note 5, page 113, col. 1.

Even as the leaves
Which the keen frost-wind of the waning year

Has scatter'd on the forest soil.
Οίη περ φύλλων γενεή, τoίησε και ανδρών.
Φύλλα τα μέν τάνεμος χαμάδες χέει, αλλα δε θ' ύλη
Τηλεθέωσα φύει, βαρος δ' επιγίγνεται ώρες
Ως ανδρών γενεή, η μεν φύει, ήδ' απολήγει.

IATAA. Z, I. 146.
Note 6, page 113, col. 1.
The mob of peasants, nobles, priests, and kings.
Suave mari magno turbantibus æquora ventis
E terrâ magnum alterius spectare laborem:
Non quia vexari quemquam 'st jucunda voluptas.
Sed quibus ipse malis careas quia cernere suare »
Suave etiam belli certamina magna tueri,
Per campos instructa, tua sine parte pericli;
Sed nil dulcius est bene quam munita tenere
Edita doctrina sapientum templa serena;
Despicere unde queas alios, passimque videre
Errare atque viam palanteis quærere vitæ ;
Certare ingenjo; contendere nobilitate;
Nocteis atque dies niļi præstante labore
Ad summas emergere opes, rerumque potiri.
O miseras hominum menteis! O pectora cæca!

Luc. lib. ii

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