I stood inVenice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when manya subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, WhereVenice sate in state, thron'd on her hundred isles!
In the world today haute couture is one of the last repositories ofthemarvellous, and the couturiers thelast possessors of the wand of Cinderella's Fairy Godmother.
This pen's all I have of magic wand.
His body was as straight as Circe's wand; Jove might have sipped out nectar from his hand.
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