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And when with toil his head declines, And at his western gate his crimson banner shines, Thou thought'st some conflagrated city drank The lightning of his ire, and into ashes shrank.
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And when with toil his head declines, And at his western gate his crimson banner shines, Thou thought'st some conflagrated city drank The lightning of his ire, and into ashes shrank.