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- One sung of thee who left the tale untold,
Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting;3 lines - And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,13 lines, 3 comments - Swift as a spirit hastening to his task
Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth548 lines - One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,18 lines, 1 comment - I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow660 lines
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