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On his weary couch
Fat Luxury, sick of the night's debauch,
Lay groaning, fretful at the obtrusive beam
That through his lattice peeped derisively.

— Robert Pollok Course of Time (1827)

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He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane,"
And played familiar with his hoary locks.

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As living jewels dropped unstained from heaven.

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love.

He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced,
As some vast river of unfailing source,
Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed
And opened new fountains in the human heart.

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'T was Slander filled her mouth with lying words,
Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.

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