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Land of lost gods and godlike men.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 85
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My native land, good night!
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This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
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A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
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Coop'd in their winged, sea-girt citadel.
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Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
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The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
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Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.
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Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
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Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
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