Italian Rhapsody - Part 9

Oh, to be kin to Keats, but as a part
Of the same Roman earth! — to sleep, unknown,
Not far from Shelley of the virgin heart,
Where not one tomb is envious of a throne;
Where the proud pyramid,
To brighter glory bid,
Gives Cestius his longed-for fame, marking immortal Art.
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