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5131	Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron	Childe Harold's Pilgrimage			.txt	text/plain	38350	3576	95	And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill: Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou! And thou shalt view thy sons in crowds to Hades hurled. Nor let thy votary's hope be deemed an idle vaunt. Will rise with other years, till man shall learn But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last. When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, For daring made thy rise as fall: thou seek'st The flatterer of thy fierceness, till thou wert Yet well thy soul hath brooked the turning tide Shall be more tempered, and thy hope far higher. Even in thy desert, what is like to thee? Into thy statue's form, and look like gods below. Thy country's foes ere thou wouldst pause to feel Thy hopes of immortality; and thou Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee--	./cache/5131.txt	./txt/5131.txt