Indians and ask their attention to what he was about to

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The deep-recessed vision - all was blight;

Indians and ask their attention to what he was about to

Lamia, no longer fair, there sat a deadly white.

Indians and ask their attention to what he was about to

"Shut, shut those juggling eyes, thou ruthless man!

Indians and ask their attention to what he was about to

Turn them aside, wretch! or the righteous ban

Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images

Here represent their shadowy presences,

May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn

Of painful blindness; leaving thee forlorn,



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