Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft,
“With our own feathers, not by others' hands,
Are we now smitten.”
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Of all the Gods, Death only craves not gifts:
Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured
Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed
By hymns of praise. From him alone of all
The powers of Heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
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