It was a beauty that I saw,—
So pure, so perfect, as the frame
Of all the universe were lame
To that one figure, could I draw,
Or give least line of it a law:
A skein of silk without a knot!
A fair march made without a halt!
A curious...
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From “An Hymne in Honor of Beautie” |
From the First Sestiad of “Hero and Leander” |