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Eyeing the masters of this busy earth,
In all the changes of ambition's toil,
From the first struggles of their glory's birth,
Till robed in power—till wearied with the spoil
Of slaughter'd realms, and dealing woe and dearth
To miserable men—and then the foil
To this great scene, the vengeance, and the frown
With which some mightier hand has pull'd those troublers down:
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