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"The marble statue of an antique god May win our admiration for a time, Seeing it lacks not any outward grace, But stands a type of flesh idealised. Yet as we gaze in silent wonderment, We weary of the irresponsive stone, Because the cold perfection wants a soul. "
It was without doubt a charming cottage -- such as one reads of in a fairy tale. Clay walls, thatched roof, wide diamond-paned casements, and twisted chimney, with all the violent colours subdued to a pleasant neutral tint by the sun and rain, while ivy, rose-trees and wistaria clambered over all, enclosing it in a network of greenery.