Celia
Celia, we know, is sixty-five, Yet Celia's face is seventeen; Thus winter in her breast must live, While summer in her face is seen. How cruel Celia's fate, who hence Our heart's devotion cannot try; Too pretty for our reverence, Too ancient for our gallantry!
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"Celia, we know, is sixty-five,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alexander Pope delivers a powerful performance in "Celia"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...