Mycenae

The cities of the hero age thine eyes may seek in vain, Save where some wrecks of ruin still break the level plain. So once I saw Mycenae, the ill-starred, a barren height Too bleak for goats to pasture,--the goat-herds point the site. And as I passed a greybeard said, 'Here used to stand of old A city built by giants, and passing rich in gold.'

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