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PINDAR.
Death's common stroke we all await
But he that would the scene beyond survey, 70
To him will never find it given
To tread the brazen soil of heaven. 63
The winged Pegasus overthrew
Bellerophon his lord, who flew
In thought the heavenly seats above 75
To the bright council hall of Jove;
For still a bitter end alloys
The transport of unlicensed joys.
But, Phœbus, thou whose locks are spread
In golden lustre round thy head, 80
Grant us to gain the Isthmian crown,
And that which Pytho yields in contests all thine own! 72
