Note 240 — Chapter XXI · THE ANTHOLOGY.
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Where, Corinth, are thy glories now, Thy ancient wealth, thy castled brow, Thy solemn fanes, thy halls of state, Thy high-born dames, thy crowded gate? There's not a ruin left to tell Where Corinth stood, how Corinth fell. The Nereids of thy double sea Alone remain to wail for thee.
Goldwin Smith.