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CONQUEROR, AND CONQUERED.
“Alexander died from a drunken debauch.”
There was a rumor, 'mongst the nearer stars,
That the freed spirit of the Median chief
Sped to the giant planet Jupiter—
Twelve hundred times and more the size of earth.
“Ah! here is something worth the effort!” he
Said to a grim old Thracian, who had fought
Many a battle hand in hand with him,
And whose bold spirit also there was thrown.
The Thracian threw to him a fearless smile.
“How can you think of conquering this,” he said,
“You who were conquered by a cask of wine?”
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