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Then thus the Goddess -- born, Ulysses hear A faithful Speech that knows not Art or Fear What in Secret Soul is understood [[underline]] My words [[/underline]] shall utter and my Deeds make good Who dares think one thing and another tell My Heart [[underline]] detests him as the Gates [[/underline]] of Hell. In their joys -- I forgot the hoarded sorrows [[underline]] of an harrassed youth. [[/underline]] neglect never can occur to me in the same thought that images [[underline]] A. [[/underline]]
