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Murillo’s Immaculate Conception By David Gray Whence is the spell—O fair and free from guile, Thou with the young moon shod!—That binds my brain? Is thine that orb of fable which did wane, Darkening o’er sad Ortygia’s templed isle— Beautiful Artemis, hid from earth awhile, And on the pale monk’s vigil risen again, A wonder [Read More...]


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