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The Daemon Of The World

A FRAGMENT

PART I

Nec tantum prodere vati,
Quantum scire licet. Venit aetas omnis in unam
Congeriem, miserumque premunt tot saecula pectus.


Lucan, Phars. v. 176.

 How wonderful is Death,
 Death and his brother Sleep!
One pale as yonder wan and horn