No More Learning

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But from a rock's wall'd eyrie the father           gazing,
Father whose eyes, care-dimm'd, wore hourly for ever a-
weeping,
Scarcely the wind-puff'd sail from afar 'gan darken
upon him,
Down the precipitous heights headlong his body he
hurried,
Deeming Theseus surely by hateful destiny taken.