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ART.
The massy fane of architecture olden,Or fretted minarets of marble white,
Or Moorish arabesque, begemm'd and golden,
Or porcelain Pagoda flashing bright,
Or high-spann'd arches,—grand were such a sight:
Nor less yon gallant ship, that treads the waves
In a triumphant silence of delight,
Like some huge swan, with her fair wings unfurl'd,
Whose curvèd sides the laughing water laves,
Bearing her buoyant o'er the liquid world;
Nor less yon silken monster of the sky,
Around whose wicker car the clouds are curl'd,
Helping undaunted man to sail on high
Nearer the sun than eagles dare to fly!
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