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IN THE HALL OF MARBLES

(LINES RECALLED FROM A DESTROYED POEM)

If genius, turned to sordid ends
Ye count to glory lost,
How with mankind that flouts the aims
Time's Attic years engrossed?

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Waxes the world so rich and old?
Richer and narrower, age's way?
But, primal fervors all displaced
Our arts but serve the clay.
This plaint the sibyls unconsoled renew:
Man fell from Eden, fall from Athens too.