THE sIEGE OF CORINTH.

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Maxr a vanished year and age, And tempest's breath, and battle's rage, Have swept o'er Corinth; yet she stands A fortress formed to Freedom's hands. Thie whirlwind's wrath, the earthquake's shock, Have left untouched her hoary rock, The keystone of a land, which still,

Though fall'n, looks proudly on that hill,

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