Oft perilous, always tiresome; . . .
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As we for most uncertain gain ascend
Toward the clouds, dwarfing the world below,
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. . . contending for regard!
Lo! there a dim Egerian grotto fringed
With ivy-twine, profusely from its brows
Dependant,—enter without further aim;
And . . .