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 Of the new Crystal Palace. Every nation, To every other nation, strange of yore, Shall face to face give civic salutation, And hold up in a proud right hand before That congress, the best work which she could fashion By her best means—"These corals, will you please To match against your oaks? They grow as fast Within my wilderness of purple seas."— "This diamond stared upon me as I passed (As a live god's eye from a marble frieze) Along a dark of diamonds. Is it classed?"— "I wove these stuffs so subtly, that the gold Swims to the surface of the silk, like cream, And curdles to fair patterns. Ye behold!"— "These delicated muslins rather seem Than be, you think? Nay, touch them and be bold, Though such veiled Chakhi's face in Hafiz' dream."— "These carpets—you walk slow on them like kings, Inaudible like spirits, while your foot Dips deep in velvet roses and such things."— "Even Apollonius might commend this flute. The music, winding through the stops, upsprings To make the player very rich. Compute."— "Here's goblet-glass, to take in with your wine The very sun its grapes were ripened under. Drink light and juice together, and each fine."— "This model of a steam-ship moves your wonder? You should behold it crushing down the brine,