For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
See, Winter comes to rule the varied world, Sullen and sad.
So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.
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