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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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