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Not now my theme—why turn my thoughts to thee?Oh! who can look along thy native sea,
Nor dwell upon thy name, whate'er the tale,
So much its magic must o'er all prevail?
Who that beheld that Sun upon thee set,
Fair Athens! could thine evening face forget?
Not he—whose heart nor time nor distance frees,
Spell-bound within the clustering Cyclades!
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His Corsair's isle was once thine own domain—
Would that with freedom it were thine again!
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