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More beauty clung around her column'd wall
*Than ev'n thy glowing bosom beats withal,
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And when old Time my wing did disenthral
Thence sprang I--as the eagle from his tower,
And years I left behind me in an hour.
What time upon her airy bounds I hung
One half the garden of her globe was flung
Unrolling as a chart unto my view--
Tenantless cities of the desert too!
Ianthe, beauty crowded on me then,
And half I wish'd to be again of men."
"My Angelo! and why of them to be?
A brighter dwelling-place is here for thee--
*
*
It was entire in 1687--the most elevated spot in Athens.
* Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows
Than have the white breasts of the Queen of Love.--Marlowe.
And greener fields than in yon world above,
And women's loveliness--and passionate love."
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But, list, Ianthe! when the air so soft
Fail'd, as my pennon'd spirit leapt aloft,
Perhaps my brain grew dizzy--but the world
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