An hour may lay it in the dust.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 84.

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 85.

Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 88.

Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 88.

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Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.