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Which of the gods will dare thy judge to be.
And to condemn thy brow with labour pale.
Not having balanced in his golden scale
The flood of tears thy brooks pour'd in the sea?
Which of the gods will dare thy judge to be?
What boot the laws of just and of unjust?
Great-hearted virgins, honour of the isles,
Lo, your religion also is august,
And love at hell and heaven together smiles!
What boot the laws of just and of unjust?
For Lesbos chose me out from all my peers.
To sing the secret of her maids in flower.
Opening the mystery dark from childhood's hour
Of frantic laughters, mix'd with sombre tears;
For Lesbos chose me out from all my peers.
And since I from Leucate's top survey,
Like a sentinel with piercing eye and true.
Watching for brig and frigate night and day.
Whose distant outlines quiver in the blue.
And since I from Leucate's top survey.
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