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The dust is old upon my sandal-shoon, And still I am a pilgrim I have roved From wild America to Bosphor's waters, And worshipp'd at innumerable shrines Of beauty and the painter's art, to me, And sculpture, speak as with a living tongue, And of dead kingdoms, I recall the soul, Sitting amid their ruins.

Nathaniel Parker Willis

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Nathaniel Parker Willis
Age: 61 †
Born: 1806
Born: January 20
Died: 1867
Died: January 20
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Journalist
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Portland
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Nathanael Parker Willis
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Sandal
Stills
Sitting
Waters
Sandals
America
Dead
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Still
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Ruins
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Water
Wild
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Recall
Speak
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