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Henry Hart Milman. (1791–1868)

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And the cold marble leapt to life a god.

The Belvedere Apollo.

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Too fair to worship, too divine to love.

The Belvedere Apollo.

Charles Sprague. (1791–1875)

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Lo where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,
Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.

Curiosity.

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Through life’s dark road his sordid way he wends,
An incarnation of fat dividends.

Curiosity.

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Behold! in Liberty’s unclouded blaze
We lift our heads, a race of other days.

Centennial Ode. Stanza 22.

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    Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
  In learned doctors’ spite;
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
  And lap me in delight.

To my Cigar.

Percy Bysshe Shelley. (1792–1822)

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Then black despair,
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.

The Revolt of Islam. Dedication, Stanza 6.

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With hue like that when some great painter dips
His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.

The Revolt of Islam. Canto v. Stanza 23.

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The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats, tho’ unseen, amongst us.

Hymn to Intellectual Beauty.