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  And this, because upborn by such a tide

  Of full blown honours, in his unripe age,

  For he excelled in heart and nerve, beside

  The riches of his royal heritage,

  Like Lucifer, the monarch waxed in pride,

  And war upon his maker thought to wage.

  He with his host against the mountain went,

  Where Egypt's mighty river finds a vent.

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