| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - The devil to Bacchus said, one day,In a scowling, growling, petulant way,As he came from earth to hell:'There is a soul above that I cannot move,And I have struggled long and well;he is a manly youth, with an eye of truth,A fellow of matchless grace;And he looks me through with his eye of blueTill I cower before his face.The very power and strength of heavenTo this young, fearless soul were given;For
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