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XXXVI.

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Away! nor let me loiter in my song,

For we have many a mountain-path to tread,

And many a varied shore to sail along,

By pensive Sadness, not by Fiction, led—

Climes, fair withal as ever mortal headet Imagined in its little schemes of thought;eu Or e'er in new Utopias were ared,136 To teach Man what he might be, or he ought— If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (With Byron's Biography)

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