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Venice by Samuel Rogers There is a glorious city in the sea.0:08
The sea is the broad, the narrow streets ebbing and flowing, and the salt sea weed clings to the marble of her palaces.0:18
No track of men, no footsteps to and fro lead to her gates.0:28
The path lies o' er the sea invisible.0:33
And from the land we went as to a floating city, steering in and gliding up her streets, as in a dream so smoothly, silently, by many a dome, mosque like, and many a stately portico, the statues ranged along0:37
an azure sky, by many a pile in more than eastern splendor of old, the residence of merchant kings.0:55
The fronts of some, though time had shattered them still glowing with the richest hues of art, as though the wealth within them had run o' er.1:04
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