| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - oil;There is a berry blue and gold,???Autumn-ripe its juices hold,Sparta's stoutness, Bethlehem's heart,Asia's rancor, Athens' art,Slowsure Britain's secular might,And the German's inward sight;I will give my son to eatBest of Pan's immortal meat,Bread to eat and juice to drink,So the thoughts that he shall thinkShall not be forms of stars, but stars,Nor pictures pale, but Jove and Mars.He comes,
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