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WHEN, upon the well-wrought chest,
Fiercely heat the howling wind,
And the oceans heaving breast
Filled with terror DanaCs mind ;
All in tears, her arm she throws
Over Perseus, as he lay
0, my babe, she said, what woes
On thy mothers bosom weigh!

Thou dost sleep with careless breast,

Slumbering in this dreary home,
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Frank Simon 24 September 2007

Simonides is famous for this saying as well...Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech.

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