first line (public domain): Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage, too, From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at heaven; pity these have not Traced upon vellum or wild Indian leaf The shadows of melodious utterance, But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die;
Excerpt: from Canto Onefrom "There was a silence while the altar's blaze / Was fainting for sweet food: I look'd thereon" to "Who comforts those she sees not, who knows not / What eyes are upward cast." (public domain)
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