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Or, like the thief of fire from heaven,
Wilt thou withstand the shock?
And share with him, the unforgiven,
His vulture and his rock!
Foredoom`d by God -- by man accurst,
And that last act, though not thy worst,
The very Fiend`s arch mock;
He in his fall preserved his pride,
And, if a mortal, had as proudly died!
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