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LO! Death hath rear'd himself a throne
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In a strange city, all alone,
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- Far down within the dim west —
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+ Far down within the dim west
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Where the good, and the bad, and the worst, and the best,
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Have gone to their eternal rest.
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There shrines, and palaces, and towers
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- Are — not like any thing of ours —
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+ Are not like any thing of ours
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Oh no! O no! ours never loom
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To heaven with that ungodly gloom!
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Time-eaten towers that tremble not!
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No holy rays from heaven come down
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On the long night-time of that town,
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But light from out the lurid sea
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- Streams up the turrets silently —
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- Up thrones — up long-forgotten bowers
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- Of scultur'd ivy and stone flowers —
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- Up domes — up spires — up kingly halls —
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- Up fanes — up Babylon-like walls —
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+ Streams up the turrets silently
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+ Up thrones up long-forgotten bowers
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+ Of scultur'd ivy and stone flowers
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+ Up domes up spires up kingly halls
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+ Up fanes up Babylon-like walls
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Up many a melancholy shrine
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Whose entablatures intertwine
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- The mask — the viol — and the vine.
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+ The mask the viol and the vine.
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- There open temples — open graves
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- Are on a level with the waves —
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+ There open temples open graves
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+ Are on a level with the waves
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But not the riches there that lie
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In each idol's diamond eye,
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Not the gaily-jewell'd dead
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Tempt the waters from their bed:
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For no ripples curl, alas!
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- Along that wilderness of glass —
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+ Along that wilderness of glass
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No swellings hint that winds may be
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Upon a far-off happier sea:
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So blend the turrets and shadows there
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Death looks gigantically down.
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But lo! a stir is in the air!
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- The wave — there is a ripple there!
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+ The wave there is a ripple there!
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As if the towers had thrown aside,
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- In slightly sinking, the dull tide —
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+ In slightly sinking, the dull tide
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As if the turret-tops had given
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A vacuum in the filmy heaven.
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- The waves have now a redder glow —
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- The very hours are breathing low —
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+ The waves have now a redder glow
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+ The very hours are breathing low
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And when, amid no earthly moans,
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Down, down, that town shall settle hence,
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All Hades, from a thousand thrones,
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When from your gems of thought I turn
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To those pure orbs, your heart to learn,
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- I scarce know which to prize most high —
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+ I scarce know which to prize most high
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The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye.
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Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-
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Let my Future radiant shine
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With sweet hopes of thee and thine!
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- The bells! — ah, the bells!
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+ The bells! ah, the bells!
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The little silver bells!
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How fairy-like a melody there floats
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- From their throats. —
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- From their merry little throats —
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+ From their throats.
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+ From their merry little throats
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From the silver, tinkling throats
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- Of the bells, bells, bells —
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+ Of the bells, bells, bells
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Of the bells!
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- The bells! — ah, the bells!
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+ The bells! ah, the bells!
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The heavy iron bells!
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How horrible a monody there floats
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- From their throats —
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- From their deep-toned throats —
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+ From their throats
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+ From their deep-toned throats
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From their melancholy throats!
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How I shudder at the notes
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- Of the bells, bells, bells —
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+ Of the bells, bells, bells
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Of the bells!
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How often we forget all time, when lone
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The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
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I'll tell you a plan for gaining wealth,
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- Better than banking, trade or leases —
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+ Better than banking, trade or leases
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Take a bank note and fold it up,
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And then you will find your money in creases!
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This wonderful plan, without danger or loss,
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