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CANTO I.] But now the wild flowers round them only breathe:

Yet ruined Splendour still is lingering there.

And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair:

There thou too, Vathek! England's wealthiest son,

Once formed thy Paradise, as not aware

When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done,"

Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun.

XXIII.

Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of pleasure plan,

Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow:

But now, as if a thing unblest by Man,

Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as Thou!