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Some Greek had carved my form on marble cold
my pose when Python fell against my might;
The Statue of the Belvedere 'twas called
and all chiseled stone looked worn in its sight.
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Sonnet To The Belvedere
Some Greek had carved my form on marble cold
my pose when Python fell against my might;
The Statue of the Belvedere 'twas called
and all chiseled stone looked worn in its sight.
Except a bare sculpture can only try
to capture all my splendid majesty.
Shootafar, I am known, when arrows fly;
Acestor, they pray, to cure malady
When I hold all light to my divine sway,
Phoebus is my name; —and when fate does speak,
Loxias I am called; —and when lyres play
and odes are sung, Musagetes, they spake.
All verse of fate, all plague and cure, and song
to my name, Apollo, rightly belong.
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