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 Araby's flower in arms unyielded,

Whose that eyry is rock-builded,

Hard by Caucasus, a shielded

Vociferous host with spears sharp-fronted for the shock.

Him only had I yet beheld

In adamantine durance quell'd,

Him of the Titan progeny alone,—

Atlas, on whom doth ever weigh

The wheeling sphere of night and day,

Wherewith his shoulders groan.

The seas lift up their voice and keep

Plangent accord, deep groans to deep,

The black profound of Hades booms below,

The urns of all pure rivers pour

Their floods with lamentation sore,

With ruth and rumour of woe.

Not in disdain and not in obduracy