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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

On the Bust of Helen by Canova

In this beloved marble view,
Above the works and thoughts of man,
What Nature could, but would not, do,
And Beauty and Canova can!
Beyond imagination’s power,
Beyond the Bard’s defeated art,
With immortality her dower,
Behold the Helen of the heart!

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