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IV.
But past that vision, later ages roll,Nor is Byzantium near, but Istamboul;
There, yet, a Greek the throne of Julian fills,
And sees a lordlier Athens on the hills,
Looks with wide eye around the vext Euxine,
But not to hail a warrior from its brine;
One came, and what was his embrace?—a chain.
Long may he gaze there, but to gaze in vain.
Long be Prince Andron hid from Manuel's eye,
Whate'er his doom, and wheresoe'er he fly!
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