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Venice Once Was Dear, The Pleasant Place Of All Festivity, The Revel Of The Earth, The Masque Of Italy.
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Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 3
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Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
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History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.
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Fills The air around with beauty.
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I see before me the gladiator lie.
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The Ariosto of the North.
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And what is writ is writ,-- Would it were worthier!
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Heaven gives its favourites--early death.
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Let these describe the undescribable.
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