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I cannot say that there is no truth in prophecies, or feel inclined to
call in question those which speak with clearness, when I think of the following:
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When they shall bridge with their ships to the sacred strand of Diana
Girt with the golden falchion, and eke to marine Cynosura,
Mad hope swelling their hearts at the downfall of beautiful Athens
Then shall godlike Right extinguish haughty Presumption,
Insult's furious offspring, who thinketh to overthrow all things.
Brass with brass shall mingle, and Mars with blood shall empurple
Ocean's waves. Then - then shall the day of Grecia's freedom
Come from Victory fair, and Saturn's son all-seeing.
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When I look to this, and perceive how clearly Bacis spoke, neither
venture myself to say anything against prophecies, nor do approve of
others impugning them.
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