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XXIX.

Still swarms the fiery brink. Who now will dare Leap the dire chasm--who like Empedocles Will plunge into the Ætna flaming there, And be esteemed a God? Who to appease Hesperia’s manes, like the youth who sees The barathrum profound i’ the Forum yawn, Spurs his strong courser, is engulfed, and frees Great Rome--who now, by patriot impulse drawn, Will sound that fell abyss, and haste fair Freedom’s dawn?