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[When wondering ages shall have rolled away]
When wondering ages shall have rolled away,And that be ancient which is new to-day;
When time has pour'd his warm and softening glow
O'er that pale virgin's throbbing breast of snow,
And lent the settled majesty of years
To those grim Spahis, and those proud viziers;
From distant lands the ardent youth shall come
To gaze with admiration—breathless—dumb—
To fix his eyes, like orbs of marble, there!
And let his soul luxuriate in despair.
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What Raphael is, my Allan then shall be.
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