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TO ÆGERIA.
Though no “great Poem” o'er Ægeria's name
Shed the cold lustre that the world calls Fame,
Her Life, if so she will, itself may be
A Poem that shall last eternally.
Shed the cold lustre that the world calls Fame,
Her Life, if so she will, itself may be
A Poem that shall last eternally.
So let her—gathering close from vulgar stain
Her maiden robe—the Bard's high port maintain;
And strong in truth, love, virtue's gentle might,
Live the grand Epic that she will not write.
Her maiden robe—the Bard's high port maintain;
And strong in truth, love, virtue's gentle might,
Live the grand Epic that she will not write.
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