CANTO THE SECOND III |
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CANTO THE SECONDIII
Oh! yet — for there my steps have been! These feet have press`d the sacred shore, These limbs that buoyant wave hath borne — Minstrel! with thee to muse, to mourn, To trace again those fields of yore, Believing every hillock green Contains no fabled hero`s ashes, And that around the undoubted scene Thine own "broad Hellespont" still dashes, Be long my lot! and cold were he Who there could gaze denying thee! |