And shall I then the fact deny?
I was,—thou know'st—I was begone,
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Like him who fill'd the eastern throne,
To whom the Watcher cried aloud[27];
That royal wretch of Babylon,
Who was so guilty and so proud.
Like him, with haughty, stubborn mind,
I, in my state, my comforts sought;
Delight and praise I hoped to find,