Lord Byron (1788–1824). Poetry of Byron. 1881.
II. Descriptive and NarrativeVenice, III
(Childe Harold, Canto iv. Stanza 18.)
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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, Radcliffe, Schiller, Shakspeare’s art,
Had stamp’d her image in me, and even so,
Although I found her thus, we did not part,
Perchance even dearer in her day of woe,
Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show.