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THE ARTIST'S CHAMBER.
A SKETCH ON THE SPOT.
The room was low and lone, but linger'd there,
In careless loveliness, the marks of mind;
The page of chivalry, superb and drear,
Beside a half-fill'd vase of wine reclined,
Told how romance and gaiety combined.
And there, like things of immortality,
Stood statues, in their master's soul enshrined,
Venus with the sweet smile and heavenly eye,
And the sad solemn brow of lovely Niobe.
In careless loveliness, the marks of mind;
The page of chivalry, superb and drear,
Beside a half-fill'd vase of wine reclined,
Told how romance and gaiety combined.
And there, like things of immortality,
Stood statues, in their master's soul enshrined,
Venus with the sweet smile and heavenly eye,
And the sad solemn brow of lovely Niobe.
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And scatter'd round, by wall and sofa, lay
Emblems of thoughts that love from earth to spring.
Upon a portrait fell the evening ray,
Touching with splendour many an auburn ring
That veil'd a brow of snow; and crimsoning
The bending Spanish cheek with living rose;
And there lay a guitar, whose silvery string
Breathed to the wind; like beauty in repose;
Sighing the lovely sounds that bade her blue eye close.
Emblems of thoughts that love from earth to spring.
Upon a portrait fell the evening ray,
Touching with splendour many an auburn ring
That veil'd a brow of snow; and crimsoning
The bending Spanish cheek with living rose;
And there lay a guitar, whose silvery string
Breathed to the wind; like beauty in repose;
Sighing the lovely sounds that bade her blue eye close.
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