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John Milton

Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15

Afford a present to the Infant God?

Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,

To welcome him to this his new abode,

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TO SARAH BERNHARDT

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Oscar Wilde·1854–1900·Aestheticism
OW vain and dull this common world must seemTo such a One as thou, who should’st have talkedAt Florence with Mirandola, or walkedThrough the cool olives of the Academe:Thou should’st have gathered reeds from a green streamFor Goat-foot Pan’s shrill piping, and have playedWith the white girls in that Phæacian gladeWhere grave Odysseus wakened from his dream. Ah! surely once some urn of Attic clayHeld thy wan dust, and thou hast come againBack to this common world so dull and vain,For thou wert weary of the sunless day,The heavy fields of scentless asphodel,The loveless lips with which men kiss in Hell.