They may talk of the eloquence famous in story;
Of the names that through ages continue to shine;
There never has fallen more true oratory
From the lips of a mortal, than falleth from thine.

With pathos and passion, oh! not more replete
Is the bard, though at Helicon's fountain he sips;
Nor his accents more glowing, persuasive, and sweet,
Though the bees of Hymettus had fed on his lips.

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