Io stand unmoved amid the strife.
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 To win deathless name This--this was mine---away with death, l never quailed at him: Nor while this wasted form hath breath. Shall my strong soul grow dim. Der Egypt--land of glorious years By the unconquered Nile, Where the proud pyramid uprears It's everlasting pile Where Russia's frozen hills arise Wild, terrible and lone; And the free Alps-that kiss'd the skies Each glorious peak--a throne. Der the proud walls of ancient Rome, Where yet magnificent Glory illumes her wanted home; Though with destruction bient-- Ger these--o CT all, my voice hath rune Resistless, deep, and loud, Like the strong peal 5Nsterror flung At midnight froui the cloud. Monarchs obeyed the call--and kings, The mighty ones of earth, Vanished before my frown--like things Created but for mirth. Europe unto my footstooi bore Ambitions brightest gems My path was bathed with noble gore, And paved with diadems.

 s5ssssss.E4.sl1s But now away--think ye to chain spirit such as mine-- As well wreath fetters round the main, Or quench the sun divine. l die as have liyed--alone-- ask not human tears-- The boundless universe my throne, My fame. undylng years.