Could draw, when we had parted, vain delight,
While tears were thy best pastime, day and night;

"And while my youthful peers before my eyes
(Each hero following his peculiar bent)
Prepared themselves for glorious enterprise
By martial sports,—or, seated in the tent,
Chieftains and kings in council were detained;

What time the fleet at Aulis lay enchained.

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had been

"The wished-for wind was given :-I then revolved
The oracle, upon the silent sea;
And, if no worthier led the way, resolved
That, of a thousand vessels, mine should be
The foremost prow in pressing to the strand,-
Mine the first blood that tinged the Trojan sand.

"Yet bitter, oft-times bitter, was the pang
When of thy loss I thought, beloved wife!
On thee too fondly did my memory hang,

en offended

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And on the joys we shared in mortal life,—

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The paths which we had trod-these fountains, flowers;
My new-planned cities, and unfinished towers.

"But should suspense permit the foe to cry,

'Behold they tremble !-haughty their array,

Yet of their number no one dares to die?'
In soul I swept the indignity away :

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Old frailties then recurred :-but lofty thought,

In act embodied, my deliverance wrought.

"And thou, though strong in love, art all too weak

In reason, in self-government too slow;

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I counsel thee by fortitude to seek
Our blest re-union in the shades below.

The invisible world with thee hath sympathised;

Be the affections raised and solemnised.

"Learn, by a mortal yearning, to ascend-
Seeking a higher object. Love was given,
Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that end;
For this the passion to excess was driven—

That self might be annulled: her bondage prove
The fetters of a dream, opposed to love.”-

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Aloud she shrieked! for Hermes reappears!

Round the dear shade she would have clung-'tis vain :
The hours are past-too brief had they been years;

And him no mortal effort can detain :

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He through the portal takes his silent way,

And on the palace-floor a lifeless corse she lay. Ace or day to she

Thus, all in vain exhorted and reproved,
She perished; and, as for a wilful crime,
By the just gods whom no weak pity moved,
Was doomed to wear out her appointed time,
Apart from happy ghosts, that gather flowers
Of blissful quiet 'mid unfading bowers.

-Yet tears to human suffering are due;
And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone,
As fondly he believes.-Upon the side

hilled herself

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Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained) suck was the

A knot of spiry trees for ages grew

From out the tomb of him for whom she died

And ever, when such stature they had gained

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That Ilium's walls were subject to their view, Symparting of nalu.

The trees' tall summits withered at the sight;

A constant interchange of growth and blight!

receffering

F

COMPOSED UPON AN EVENING OF EXTRA-
ORDINARY SPLENDOUR AND BEAUTY.

Or, crowning, star-like, each some sovereign height,

Warbled, for heaven above and earth below,

Strains suitable to both.-Such holy rite,

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Whate'er it strikes, with gem-like hues !

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In vision exquisitely clear,

Herds range along the mountain side;

And glistening antlers are descried ;
And gilded flocks appear.

Thine is the tranquil hour, purpureal Eve!
But long as god-like wish, or hope divine,
Informs my spirit, ne'er can I believe
That this magnificence is wholly thine !

-From worlds not quickened by the sun

A portion of the gift is won;

An intermingling of Heaven's pomp is spread
On ground which British shepherds tread!

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On those bright steps that heavenward raise
Their practicable way.

Come forth, ye drooping old men, look abroad,
And see to what fair countries ye are bound!
And if some traveller, weary of his road,
Hath slept since noon-tide on the grassy ground,
Ye Genii! to his covert speed;

And wake him with such gentle heed

As may attune his soul to meet the dower
Bestowed on this transcendent hour!

If aught unworthy be my choice,

From THEE if I would swerve;

Oh, let thy grace remind me of the light
Full early lost, and fruitlessly deplored;
Which, at this moment, on my waking sight
Appears to shine, by miracle restored;

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My soul, though yet confined to earth,
Rejoices in a second birth!

-'Tis past, the visionary splendour fades ;
And night approaches with her shades.

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INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL,

CAMBRIDGE.

TAX not the royal saint with vain expense,
With ill-matched aims the architect who planned—
Albeit labouring for a scanty band

Of white robed scholars only-this immense
And glorious work of fine intelligence!

Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore
Of nicely-calculated less or more;

So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense
These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof

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