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The angel, crossing heaven on wings of light,
Stooped to admire, and paused upon his flight,
As Woman rose in beauty on the plain,
The last and loveliest link of Being's chain.

— Nicholas Michell An Essay on Woman (1833)

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Sweet breathe the henna-flowers that harem girls
So love to twine among their glossy curls.

Old scenes to visit, and old dreams to dream,
Shall not to us a task of labour seem.

Ruins of Ind! Here, too, with busy hand,
Hath man built shrines, and gorgeous cities plann'd,
That Time may mock his toil?—and must he still
For weeds and reptiles ply his plastic skill?

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