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In thy western halls of gold / When thou sittest in thy state, / Bards, that erst sublimely told / Heroic deeds, and sang of fate, / With fervour seize their adamantine lyres, / Whose chords are solid rays, and twinkle radiant fires.
Here Homer with his nervous arms / Strikes the twanging harp of war, / And even the western splendor warms, / While the trumpets sound afar: