| I hold my goblet up, and each scintilla |
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| Hoc discunt omnes, ante Alpha et Beta |
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| Strange; for it is not long since her white form |
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| That wild free song which will not wear a fetter |
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| If we are weak with immemorial strife |
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| O virgin world! O marvellous far days! |
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| Mighty of old was the City: a great King ruled therein |
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| But the King said: 'Far more precious than rarest draughts of wine' |
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| So the magical Fountain struggled within its prison of stone |
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| There came a great betrothal: a Princess was to wed |
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