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V. THE TOMB OF THEMISTOCLES AT THE PIRÆUS.
The Sun is slowly sinking—it is set—Yet still yon mountain range of Megara
(Like one that on his palate strives to stay
A taste forgone) retains, purpureal yet,
The sweet remembrance: crimsoned, the waves fret
Against those far-famed Walls that gird the bay,
Marmoreal record of a mightier day
When, pushed above that rocky parapet
In one elliptic wave of blood-stained brine,
This gulf, beneath the unwonted weight accurst
Of Persia's myriad ships, bounded and burst,
And, sinking, left more high its sanguine line
Than yonder margin where the Athenian's grave
Still in its secret joy engulfs the applauding wave!
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