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“But now an agèd Sire of reverend mien, upon the foreshore throngèd by the crowd, with eyne fast fixt upon our forms was seen, and discontented thrice his brow he bow’d:
His deep-toned accents raising somewhat keen, that we from shipboard hear him speak aloud, with lore by long experience only grown, thus from his time-taught breast he made his moan:—