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342 Thy choral memory of the Bard divine,

Thy love of Tasso, should have cut the knot

Which ties thee to thy tyrants; and thy lot

Is shameful to the nations,—most of all,

Albion! to thee: the Ocean queen should not

Abandon Ocean's children; in the fall

Of Venice think of thine, despite thy watery wall.

XVIII.

I loved her from my boyhood—she to me

Was as a fairy city of the heart,

Rising like water-columns from the sea—

Of Joy the sojourn, and of Wealth the mart;

And Otway, Radclifife, Schiller, Shakespeare's art,

Had stamped her image in me, and even so,