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Festival of song: a series of evenings with the poets . Stops with the shore ;—upon the waterv plainThe wrecks are all thv deed, nor doth remain A shadow of mans ravage, save his , for a moment, like a drop of rain. He sinks into thv depths with bubbling groan,Without a grave, unknelld, uncoffind, and unknown. His steps are not upon th\ paths,—thv heldsAre not a spoil tor him,—thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wieldiFor earths destruction, thou dost all despise,-Spurning him from thv bosom to the skies, And sendst him, shivering, in thv plavful spra\,And howling, to his gods, where haplv lies His pettv hope in some near port or dashest him again to earth : there let him lav. The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,And monarchs tremble in their capitals ?, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clav creator the vain title takeOf lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thv to\s, and as the snowv flake, Thev melt into thv veast o
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