Listless Cytherean princess, sing No more. Begone out of my view! But you, great scourge of tsar and king, Proud Muse of Freedom, where are you? Come rip my laurels off. Bring stones And crush ... [+]

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If beasts within a silent forest moan, If trumpets sound, if thunder rolls and cracks, Or young girls sing almost inaudibly- For each initial tone The atmosphere resounds quite suddenly With a ... [+]