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. 'Tis one of those bright fictions that have made The name of Greece only another word For love and poetry; with a green earth— Groves of the graceful myrtle—summer skies, Whose stars are mirror'd in ten thousand streams— Winds that move but in perfume and in music, And, more than all, the gift of woman's beauty. What marvel that the earth, the sky, the sea, Were filled with all those fine imaginings That love creates, and that the lyre preserves! . But for the history of that pale girl Who stands so desolate on the sea shore? . She was the daughter of a Cretan king— A tyrant. Hidden in the dark recess