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Hath fall'n 'mid chance-deciding war,
And I, the reckless charioteer,
A hopeless exile, linger here;—
I, who, amid the battle's tide,
Cover'd with glory, should have died,
And left behind to man and fame
An empty throne, and matchless name!
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