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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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COMPOSED OF MARBLES, SPARS, GEMS, ORES, AND MINERALS.

14 lines
Alexander Pope·1688–1744
hou who shalt stop, where Thames' translucent waveShines a broad mirror through the shadowy cave;Where lingering drops from mineral roofs distil,And pointed crystals break the sparkling rill,Unpolish'd gems no ray on pride bestow,And latent metals innocently glow:Approach! Great Nature studiously behold!And eye the mine without a wish for gold.Approach: but awful! lo! the Aegerian grot,[70]Where, nobly-pensive, St John sate and thought;Where British sighs from dying Wyndham stole,And the bright flame was shot through Marchmont's soul.Let such, such only, tread this sacred floor,Who dare to love their country, and be poor!