That fretwork,—that low-pendent ornament, A faery maze, volummous, orb on orb,— Those waving lines of exquisite tracery,— Arches of unimaginable sweep,— Whence every moment on thy charmed eye New lurking graces laughingly gleam out. * See the writers introduction to The Temples of ^atrunjaya, p.… … H oo X
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