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- :And are with gazing most content. (en)
- :And jewell'd plumes at random thrown. (en)
- :Are with the glorious anguish gilt. (en)
- :The impulsive bird forgets his sire. (en)
- By feathers green, across Casbeen (en)
- :Like bag of Tyrian murex spilt,
The claw, the jowl of the flying fowl (en)
- So rare the light, so rich the sight, (en)
- Those ashes shine like ruby wine, (en)
- Till wandering far, by moon and star, (en)
- :The pilgrims track the Phoenix flown,
By gems he strew'd in waste and wood, (en)
- :They stand beside the fruitful pyre,
Where breaking bright with sanguine light (en)
- :Those pilgrim men, on profit bent,
Drop hands and eyes and merchandise, (en)
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