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on Caucaſus to lie, Still to be dying, not to die, With certain pain, uncertain of relief, True emblem of a wretched lover’s grief! To whoſe inſpecting eye ’t is given To view the planetary way, To penetrate eternal day, And to revolve the ſtarry heav’n: To thee, Prometheus! I complain, And bring a heart as full of pain.