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第 14 頁 - And shook his throne. What though the field be lost? All is not lost — the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate. And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome. That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from .me.
第 16 頁 - Now strike the golden lyre again; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge!