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No wonder round those urns of mingled clays
That Tuscan potters fashion’d in old days,
And colour’d like the torrid earth ablaze,
We find the little gods and loves portray’d,
Through ancient forests wandering undismay’d,
And fluting hymns of pleasure unafraid.

— Edmund Gosse On Viol and Flute (1873)

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Canst thou not wait for Love one flying hour
O heart of little faith?

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The high-voiced children trebled clear and cold.

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The enchanted silence of the hours of dew.

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What curled and scented sun-girls, almond-eyed,
With lotos-blossoms in their hands and hair.

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Sophocles, the poet loved and feared,
Whose mighty voice once called out of her lair
The Dorian muse severe, with braided hair,
Who loved the thyrsus and wild dances weird.

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