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Egeria! Sweet Creation Of Some Heart Which Found No Mortal Resting-place So Fair As Thine Ideal Breast.
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Egeria! sweet creation of some heart
Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
As thine ideal breast.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 115
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The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
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Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
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Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,-- Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
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There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
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Then farewell Horace, whom I hated so,-- Not for thy faults, but mine.
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Tully was not so eloquent as thou, Thou nameless column with the buried base.
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Fills The air around with beauty.
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Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
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O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
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