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Though lost days gladsome gleam; Worlds lingering ray,
Shows stony clustered trunks, from floor to roof,
Of Herthas cave. Nor were we without light,
Before our further steps.
Shows stony clustered trunks, from floor to roof,
Of Herthas cave. Nor were we without light,
Before our further steps.
Had Hertha, a torch
Bestowed on Mansoul; that gleaned sheaf erst was
Of stars' rays shed upon Her mountain-top.
And that should shine before our halting steps;
In Underwórlds dark Vóyage, now to begin.
Till tó first circuit óf those Radious Rocks,
Where sleep the faithful Dead; whose dust, men laid,
Whom comforts yet the Sun, our feet arrive.
Bestowed on Mansoul; that gleaned sheaf erst was
Of stars' rays shed upon Her mountain-top.
And that should shine before our halting steps;
In Underwórlds dark Vóyage, now to begin.
Till tó first circuit óf those Radious Rocks,
Where sleep the faithful Dead; whose dust, men laid,
Whom comforts yet the Sun, our feet arrive.
On me and Minimus, had there charge been laid,
Unwist of us (one-twain); that from henceforth,
We on manifold Mansoul should attend; whereof,
We unwitting likewise were least several part.
Unwist of us (one-twain); that from henceforth,
We on manifold Mansoul should attend; whereof,
We unwitting likewise were least several part.
Bearing forth Herthas torch, in glooming cave,
Mansoul led on before us. I held fast
In hand, as we groped forth, the Muses staff:
Whiles more and more the trode, towards dread Abyss;
Seemed sink and fall way from únder us.
Mansoul led on before us. I held fast
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Whiles more and more the trode, towards dread Abyss;
Seemed sink and fall way from únder us.
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