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"I am mon | -arch of all | I survey, My right | there is none | to dispute; From the cen | -tre all round | to the sea, I am lord | of the fowl | and the brute. O Sol | -itude! where | are the charms That sa | -ges have seen | in thy face? Better dwell | in the midst | of alarms, Than reign | in this hor | -rible place.