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 Here rose, an athlete, strong to break or bind All force in bonds that might endure, And here once more like some sick man declined, And trusted any cure.

But over these she trod: and those great bells Began to chime. She took her throne: She sat betwixt the shining Oriels. To sing her songs alone.

And thro' the topmost oriels' coloured flame Two godlike faces gazed below; Plato the wise, and large-brow'd Verulam, The first of those who know.

And all those names that in their motion were Full-welling fountain-heads of change, Betwixt the slender shafts were blazon'd fair In diverse raiment strange: