And those fair hills I sail’d below, When I was there with him; and go By summer belts of wheat and vine To
where he breathed his latest breath,
Let
her great Danube rolling fair
A
treble darkness, Evil haunts
Gnarr
at the heels of men, and prey
That
not in any mother town
Of
lustier leaves; nor more content,
Imperial
halls, or open plain;
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