Adonais an Elegy on the Death
Most Musical Of Mourners, Weep Again! Lament Anew, Urania! He Died, Who Was The Sire Of An Immortal Strain, Blind, Old And Lonely, When His Country's Pride, The Priest, The Slave And The Liberticide, Trampled And Mock'd With Many A Loathed Rite Of Lust And Blood; He Went, Unterrified, Into The Gulf Of Death; But His Clear Sprite Yet Reigns O'er Earth; The Third Among The Sons Of Light.
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