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xxx. “Our many thoughts and deeds, our life and


Our happiness, and all that we have been, Immortally must live, and burn and move, When we shall be no more ;--the world has

seen A type of peace; and as some most serene And lovely spot to a poor maniac's eye, After long years, some sweet and moving

scene Of youthful hope returning suddenly, Quells his long madness-thus man shall

remember thee.

XXXI. “ And Calumny meanwhile shall feed on us, As worms devour the dead, and near the

throne And at the altar, most accepted thus Shall sneers and curses be ;—what we have

done None shall dare vouch, though it be truly

known; That record shall remain, when they must

pass Who built their pride in its oblivion ; And fame, in human hope which sculptured

was, Survive the perished scrolls of unenduring


“ The while we two, beloved, must depart,
And Sense and Reason, those enchanters fair,
Whose wand of power is hope, would bid the
That gazed beyond the wormy grave despair :
These eyes, these lips, this blood, seems


darkly there To fade in hideous ruin; no calm sleep Peopling with golden dreams the stagnant

air, Seems our obscure and rotting eyes to steep In joy ;—but senseless death-a ruin dark and


XXXIII. “ These are blind fancies—reason cannot

know What sense can neither feel nor thought

conceive; There is delusion in the world—and woe, And fear, and pain-we know not whence we

live, Or why, or how, or what mute Power may

give Their being to each plant, and star, and beast, Or even these thoughts :-Come near me! I

do weave A chain I cannot break-I am possessed With thoughts too swift and strong for one lone

human breast.

XXXIV. Yes, yes—thy kiss is sweet, thy lips are

warm0! willingly, beloved, would these eyes, Might they no more drink being from thy

form, Even as to sleep whence we again arise, Close their faint orbs in death : I fear nor


Aught that can now betide, unshared by

theeYes, Love when Wisdom fails makes Cythna

wise : Darkness and death, if death be true, must be Dearer than life and hope, if unenjoyed with thee.

XXXV. “ Alas, our thoughts flow on with stream,

whose waters Return not to their fountain-Earth and

The Ocean and the Sun, the clouds their

daughters, Winter, and Spring, and Morn, and Noon,

and Even, All that we are or know, is darkly driven Towards one gulph-Lo! what a change is

come Since I first spake—but time shall be for

given, Though it change all but thee!”-She ceased,

night's gloom Meanwhile had fallen on earth from the sky's

sunless dome.

Though she had ceased, her countenance up-

lifted To Heaven still spake, with solemn glory

bright; Her dark deep eyes, her lips, whose motions

gifted The air they breathed with love, her locks

undight; “ Fair star of life and love,” I cried, “my

soul's delight,

Why lookest thou on the crystàlline skies ? O, that my spirit were yon Heaven of night, Which gazes on thee with its thousand eyes!” She turned to me and smiled—that smile was



Was there a human spirit in the steed,
That thus with his proud voice, ere night was

He broke our linked rest? or do indeed
All living things a common nature own,
And thought erect an universal throne,
Where many shapes one tribute ever bear?
And Earth, their mutual mother, does she

groan To see her sons contend? and makes she bare Her breast, that all in peace its drainless stores

may share ?

I have heard friendly sounds from many a

tongue, Which was not human—the lone Nightingale Has answered me with her most soothing

song, Out of her ivy bower, when I sate pale With grief, and sighed beneath ; from many

a dale The Antelopes who flocked for food have

spoken With happy sounds, and motions, that avail Like man's own speech ; and such was now

the token Of waning night, whose calm by that proud

neigh was broken.


Each night, that mighty steed bore me

abroad, And I returned with food to our retreat, And dark intelligence; the blood which

flowed Over the fields had stained the courser's

feet;Soon the dust drinks that bitter dew,—then

meet The vulture, and the wild-dog, and the snake, The wolf, and the hyena grey, and eat The dead in horrid truce : their throngs did

make Behind the steed a chasm like waves in a ship's


IV. For, from the utmost realms of earth, came

pouring The banded slaves whom every despot sent At that throned traitor's summons; like

the roaring Of fire, whose floods the wild deer circumvent In the scorched pastures of the South ; so

bent The armies of the leaguèd kings around Their files of steel and flame;—the continent

Trembled, as with a zone of ruin bound, Beneath their feet, the sea shook with their

Navies' sound.

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