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And high amid the snows we found a crag,
Hung darkly on that argent slope, within
Stamped hollow as by rage of Titan foot;
And there we lit the flame, and made ourselves
Good cheer, while round us dreamed a silent world.
Hung darkly on that argent slope, within
Stamped hollow as by rage of Titan foot;
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Good cheer, while round us dreamed a silent world.
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