Or like a flying Hour before Aurora,

In Guido's famous fresco[715] (which alone

Is worth a tour to Rome, although no more a

Remnant were there of the old World's sole throne):

The "tout ensemble" of his movements wore a

Grace of the soft Ideal, seldom shown,

And ne'er to be described; for to the dolour

Of bards and prosers, words are void of colour.