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And further to the right, the Cyclades : He heard the roar above him, heard the Phoebus had rais'd and fixt them, to surround
Beneath, and felt it too, as he beheld, His native Delos and aerial fane.
Hurl, from Earth's base, rocks, moun He saw the land of Pelops, host of tains, to the skies.
TO TACÆA. Arts Into the sunbright bay; unborn the To-MORROW, brightest-eyed of Avon's maid
train, That to assure the bent-up hand un- To-morrow thou art slavelike bound and skilled
sold, Lookt oft, but oftener fearing who might Another's and another's; haste away, wake.
Winde through the willows, dart along He heard the voice of rivers; he des
the path, cried
It nought avails thee, nought our plaint Pindan Peneus and the slender nymphs avails. That tread his banks but fear the thun- O happy those before me, who could dering tide;
say, These, and Amphrysos and Apidanus “Short though thy period, sweet Tacæa, And poplar-crown'd Spercheus, and re
Ere thou art destined to the depths beOn restless rocks Enipeus, where the
Thou passest half thy sunny hours with Scatter'd above the weeds his hoary
I mourn not, envy not, what others Then, with Pirene and with Panope
gain, Evenus, troubled from paternal tears, Thee, and thy venerable elms I mourn, And last was Achelous, king of iles. Thy old protectors, ruthless was the Zacynthus here, above rose Ithaca,
pride, Like a blue bubble floating in the And gaunt the need that bade their bay.
heads lie low. Far onward to the left a glimm’ring I see the meadow's tender grass start light
back, Glanced out oblique, nor vanisht; he See from their prostrate trunks the inquired
gory glare. Whence that arose, his consort thus re- Ah! pleasant was it once to watch thy
plied, “ Behold the vast Eridanus! ere long Swelling o'er pliant beds of glossy weed; We may again behold him and rejoice. Pleasant to watch them dip amid the Of noble rivers none with mightier force
stones, Rolls his unwearied torrent to the main." Chirp, and spring over, glance and And now Sicanian Etna rose to view :
gleam along, Darkness with light more horrid she And tripping light their wanton way confounds,
pursue. Baffles the breath and dims the sight of Methinks they now with mellow mournday.
fulness Tamar grew giddy with astonishment Bid their faint breezes chide my fond And, looking up, held fast the bridal delay, vest;
Nor suffer on the bridge nor on the knee
My poor irregularly pencilled page. Among their kindred in their native Alas, Tacæa, thou art sore deceived !
place. Here are no foren words, no fatal seal, I never pluck the rose; the violet's But thou and all who hear me shall
Hath shaken with my breath upon its The simple notes of sorrow's song are
And not reproacht me; the ever-sacred
cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands
Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain FÆSULAN IDYL.
I saw the light that made the glossy HERE, when precipitate Spring with
leaves one light bound
More glossy; the fair arm, the fairer Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires;
cheek And where go forth at morn, at eve, at Warmed by the eye intent on its pur
night, Soft airs, that want the lute to play I saw the foot, that although half-erect with them,
From its gray slippers, could not lift And softer sighs, that know not what they want;
To what she wanted; I held down a Under a wall, beneath an orange tree
branch, Whose tallest flowers could tell the And gathered her some blossoms, since lowlier ones
their hour Of sights in Fiesole right up above, Was come, and bees had wounded While I was gazing a few paces off
them, and flies At what they seemed to show me with Of harder wing were working their their nods,
way through Their frequent whispers and their And scattering them in fragments under pointing shoots,
foot. A gentle maid came down the garden So crisp were some, they rattled unsteps
evolved, And gathered the pure treasure in her Others, ere broken off, fell into shells, lap.
For such appear the petals when deI heard the branches rustle, and stept
Unbending, brittle, lucid, white like To drive the ox away, or mule, or goat,
snow, (Such I believed it must be); for sweet And like snow not seen through, by scents
eye or sun; Are the swift vehicles of still sweeter Yet every one her gown received from
thoughts, And nurse and pillow the dull memory Was fairer than the first; ... I That would let drop without them her thought not so, best stores.
But so she praised them to reward my They bring me tales of youth and tones
care, of love,
I said: you find the largest. And 'tis and ever was my wish and
This indeed, way
Cried she, is large and sweet. To let all flowers live freely, and all
She held one forth, die,
Whether for me to look at or to take Whene'er their Genius bids their souls She knew not nor did I; but taking; depart,
Would best have solved (and this she Listened to fondly, and awakened me felt) her doubts,
To hear my voice amid the voice of I dared not touch it; for it seemed a
When it was inarticulate as theirs, Of her own self; fresh, full, the most And the down deadened it within the mature
nest?” Of blossoms, yet a blossom; with a He moved her gently from him, silent touch
still, To fall, and yet unfallen.
And this, and this alone, brought tears She drew back
from her, The boon she tendered, and then, find. Although she saw fate nearer : then ing not
with sighs, The ribbon at her waist to fix it in, “ I thought to have laid down my hair Dropt it, as loth to drop it, on the rest.
before Benignant Artemis, and not have
Her polisht altar with my virgin blood; IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON. I thought to have selected the white
flowers IPHIGENEIA, when she heard her doom To please the Nymphs, and to have At Aulis, and when all beside the
asked of each King
By name, and with no sorrowful reHad gone away, took his right hand,
gret, and said,
Whether, since both my parents willed “O father! I am young and very
the change, happy.
I might at Hymen's feet bend my clipt I do not think the pious Calchas heard brow; Distinctly what the Goddess spake. And (after those who mind us girls Old-age
the most) Obscures the senses.
If my nurse, who Adore our own Athena, that she would knew
Regard mé mildly with her azure eyes. My voice so well, sometimes misunder- But, father! to see you no more, and
stood While I was resting on her knee both Your love, O father! go ere I am
gone." And hitting it to make her mind my Gently he moved her off, and drew her words,
back, And looking in her face, and she in Bending his lofty head far over hers, mine,
And the dark depths of nature heaved Might he not also hear one word amiss,
and burst. Spoken from so far off, even from He turned away; not far, but silent Olympus?"
still. The father placed his cheek upon her She now first shuddered; for in him, head,
so nigh, And tears dropt down it, but the king So long a silence seemed the approach
of death, Replied not. Then the maiden spake And like it. Once again she raised
her voice. "O father! say'st thou nothing? “O father! if the ships are now deHear'st thou not
tained, Me, whom thou ever hast, until this And all your vows move not the Gods hour,
I promise to bring back with me
What thou with transport will receive, The only proper gift for thee,
Of which no mortal shall bereave In later times thy mouldering walls, Until the last old turret falls; A crown, a crown from Athens won, I crown no god can wear, beside La
“ ARTEMIDORA ! Gods invisible, While thou art lying faint along the
couch, Have tied the sandal to thy slender
feet And stand beside thee, ready to convey Thy weary steps where other rivers
flow. Refreshing shades will waft thy
weariness Away, and voices like thy own
come near And nearer, and solicit an embrace." Artemidora sighed, and would have
prest The hand now pressing hers, but was
too weak. Trio stood over her dark hair unseen While thus Elpenor spoke. He
lookt into Eyes that had given light and life ere
while To those above them, but now dim
with tears And wakefulness. Again he spake of
3. There may be cities who refuse
To their own child the honors due, And look ungently on the Muse;
But ever shall those cities rue The dry, unyielding, niggard breast, Offering no nourishment, no rest, To that young head which soon shall
rise Disdainfully, in might and glory, to the
4. Sweetly where caverned Dirce flows Do white-armed maidens chaunt my
Flapping the while with laurel-rose
THE MAID'S LAMENT.
(From the Examination of Shakespeare.] Lisp your Corinna's early songs;
I LOVED him not; and yet now he is gone To her with feet more graceful come
I feel I am alone. The verses that have dwelt in kindred I checked him while he spoke; yet breasts at home.
could he speak,
Alas, I would not check. 5.
For reasons not to love him once I D let thy children lean aslant
sought Against the tender mother's knee,
And wearied all my thought
To vex myself and him; I now would In words that urge some eyes to dance,
give While others as in holy trance
My love, could he but live
Who lately lived for me, and when he Look up to heaven; be such my praise !
found Why linger? I must haste, or lose the
'Twas vain, in holy ground Delphic bays.
He hid his face amid the shades of
I waste for him my breath
Who wasted his for me; but mine reWe mind not how the sun in the mid
And this lorn bosom burns Is hastening on; but when the golden With stilling heat, heaving it up in orb
sleep, Strikes the extreme of earth, and when And waking me to weep the gulphs
Tears that had melted his soft heart; Of air and ocean open to receive him, Dampness and gloom invade us; then Wept he as bitter tears.
“Merciful God!” such was his latest Ah! thus it is with youth. Too fast
prayer, his feet
“These may she never share!” Run on for sight; hour follows hour; Quieter is his breath, his breast more fair maid
cold Succeeds fair maid; bright eyes be- Than daisies in the mould, star his couch;
Where children spell, athwart the The cheerful horn awakens him; the
churchyard gate, feast,
His name, and life's brief date. The revel, the entangling dance, Pray for him, gentle souls, whoe'er you allure,
be, And voices mellower than the Muse's
And, O, pray too for me.
Heap up his buoyant bosom on their
A little while, and then ... Ah
youth! youth! youth! Listen not to my words
with me! When thou art gone, Life may go too;
the sigh That rises is for thee, and not for
Why, why repine, my pensive friend,
At pleasures slipt away?
And all refuse to stay.
The dew upon the grass;
They glimmer or they pass.