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Oh, thou Parnassus! whom I now survey,79 13.B. Not in the phrensy of a dreamer's eye, Not in the fabled landscape of a lay,cu But soaring snow-clad through thy native sky, In the wild pomp of mountain-majesty! What marvel if I thus essay to sing? The humblest of thy pilgrims passing by Would gladly woo thine Echoes with his string, Though from thy heights no more one Muse will wave her wing.