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First Line: I hear my comrades' tools at busy morn
Last Line: To study lowlier attitudes than thine.'
Subject(s): Phidias (409-430 B.c.); Sculpture & Sculptors


'I hear my comrades' tools at busy morn',
The youthful sculptor said; 'but my poor name
Must die, like some poor babe that dies unborn,
While they may follow Phidias in his fame;
I may not lift my head above the crowd;
My marble visions are dissolving fast;
My dream of art flits like some snow-white cloud
From weary eyes, that watch it to the last,
Before they sleep; and thou, my last design!
Wherein I fondly hoped would reappear
The model glories of the Belvidere,
With his proud-postured grace in every line;
'Tis time I learn'd, while slowly fading here,
To study lowlier attitudes than thine.'





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