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The oracles are dumb , No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving . Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine , With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving . No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires ...
The oracles are dumb , No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving . Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine , With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving . No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires ...
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