Venice, thou Siren of sea cities, wrought
By mirage, built on water, stair o’er stair,
Of sunbeams and cloud shadows, phantom-fair,
With naught of earth to mar thy sea-born thought!
Thou floating film upon the wonder-fraught
Ocean of dreams! Thou hast no dream so rare
As are thy sons and daughters,—they who wear
Foam flakes of...
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From “View from the Euganean Hills”
ALL is bright and clear and still
Round the solitary hill.Beneath is spread like a green sea
The waveless plain of Lombardy,
Bounded by the vaporous air,
Islanded by cities fair;
Underneath day’s azure eyes,
Ocean’s nursling, Venice, lies,—
A peopled labyrinth of walls,
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