On Seeing the Elgin Marbles  

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"On Seeing the Elgin Marbles" (1817) is a poem by Keats.

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My spirit is too weak—mortality

  Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
  And each imagined pinnacle and steep

Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky.

  Yet ’tis a gentle luxury to weep
  That I have not the cloudy winds to keep

Fresh for the opening of the morning’s eye. Such dim-conceived glories of the brain

  Bring round the heart an undescribable feud;

So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,

  That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude

Wasting of old time—with a billowy main—

  A sun—a shadow of a magnitude.





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