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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