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mormon mormons morna

morneau morneault morning
drives him on the foes. He views the towers, and meditates their fall, To
sure destruction dooms the aspiring wall Then casting on his friend an


ardent look, Fired with the thirst of glory, thus he spoke:  "Why boast
we, Glaucus! our extended reign, Where Xanthus' streams enrich the
Lycian plain, Our numerous herds that range the fruitful field, And hills
where vines their purple harvest yield, Our foaming bowls with purer

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