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CANTO IV.] Our right of thought—our last and only place

Of refuge; this, at least, shall still be mine:

Though from our birth the Faculty divine

Is chained and tortured—cabined, cribbed, confined,

And bred in darkness, lest the Truth should shine

Too brightly on the unpreparéd mind,

The beam pours in—for Time and Skill will couch the blind.

CXXVIII.

Arches on arches! as it were that Rome,

Collecting the chief trophies of her line,