Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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VENICE. |
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VENICE.
Venice, the Past's dark shadow on thy browOf Sadness, veillike, rests! so the shroud lies
Above a recent corpse: yet still the ties
Of gratitude, the thoughts of what we owe
To thee and thine, forbid that thou should'st know
The fate of meaner things: the heart denies
Thy name to cold Forgetfulness, and tries
To make the Past a Future, and to throw
Above thy Sunset the rich hues which speak
Of a more brilliant Dawn! thy name evokes
Shadows of might and glory, and unlocks
A World: but now thy light is dim and weak,
And the shipcradling billow proudly rocks
No fleets of thine: thus Fate, where Envy fails, will shake!
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