the less safe one. That is the common judgement of modern

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Amid great chambers and long galleries, lined

the less safe one. That is the common judgement of modern

With famous portraits of our ancestors;

the less safe one. That is the common judgement of modern

What if those things the greatest of mankind

the less safe one. That is the common judgement of modern

Consider most to magnify, or to bless,

But take our greatness with our bitterness?

An ancient bridge, and a more ancient tower,

A farmhouse that is sheltered by its wall,

Where the symbolic rose can break in flower,



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