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The dim red morn had died, her journey done,
And with dead lips smiled at the twilight plain, Half-fall'n across the threshold of the sun,
Never to rise again.
Not any song of bird or sound of rill;
Is not so deadly still
Their humid arms festooning tree to tree,
The red anemone.
The tearful glimmer of the languid dawn
Leading from lawn to lawn.
Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame
Joyful and free from blame.
Thrill'd thro' mine ears in that unblissful clime “Pass freely thro': the wood is all thine own,
Until the end of time."
Stiller than chisell'd marble, standing there;
And most divinely fair.
Froze my swift speech: she turning on my face The star-like sorrows of immortal eyes,
Spoke slowly in her place. “I had great beauty: ask thou not my name:
No one can be more wise than destiny, Many drew swords and died. Where'er I came
I brought calamity.” “No marvel, sovereign lady: in fair field
Myself for such a face had boldly died," I answer'd free; and turning I appeald
To one that stood beside.
But she, with sick and scornful looks averse,
To her full height her stately stature draws;
This woman was the cause.
Which yet to name my spirit loathes and fears :
I, blinded with my tears,
As in a dream. Dimly I could descry
The crowds, the temples, waver'd, and the shore,
“I would the white cold heavy-plunging foam,
Then when I left my home.”
As thunder-drops fall on a sleeping sea :
That I may look on thee.”
One sitting on a crimson scarf unroll’d;
Brow-bound with burning gold.
"I govern'd men by change, and so I sway'd
Once, like the moon, I made
According to my humour ebb and flow.
That makes my only woe.
One will; nor tame and tutor with mine eye
Where is Mark Antony?
“The man, my lover, with whom I rode sublime
On Fortune's neck: we sat as God by God : The Nilus would have risen before his time
And flooded at our nod.
Lamps which outburn'd Canopus. O my life
and the strife,
My Hercules, my Roman Antony, My mailed Bacchus Teapt into my arms,
Contented there to die! inding the fung
content "And there he died : and when I heard
my name Sigh'd forth with life I would not brook my fear ,
lear all than Of the other : with a worm I balk'd his fame.akukana. What else was left ? look here!”
ritheanadi (With that she tore her robe apart, and half
stale Cassan The polish'd argent of her breast to sight 분 Laid bare. Thereto she pointed with a laugh,
Showing the aspick's bite) “I died a Queen. The Roman soldier found
Me lying dead, my crown about my brows,
Worthy a Roman spouse."
T&Struck by all passion, did fall down and glance
Of liveliest utterance.
Because with sudden motion from the ground
The interval of sound.
As once they drew into two burning rings
Of captains and of kings.
A noise of some one coming thro' the lawn,
That claps his wings at dawn.
“ The torrent brooks of hallow'd Israel
From craggy hollows pouring, late and soon, Sound all night long, in falling thro' the dell,
Far-heard beneath the moon. “The balmy moon of blessed Israel
Floods all the deep-blue gloom with beams divine:
With spires of silver shine.”
The lawn by some cathedral, thro' the door
Of sound on roof and floor
To where he stands,-o stood I, when that flow
To save her father's vow;
A maiden pure; as when she went along
With tinbrel and with song. My words leapt forth : “Heaven heads the count of crimes
With that wild oath.” She render'd answer high : “Not so, nor once alone; a thousand times
I would be born and die.
Creeps to the garden water-pipes beneath,
Changed, I was ripe for death. "My God, my land, my father--these did move
Me from my bliss of life, that Nature gave, Lower'd softly with a threefold cord of love
Down to a silent grave. “And I went mourning, ‘No fair Hebrew boy
Shall smile away my maiden blame among The Hebrew mothers'-emptied of all joy,
Leaving the dance and song, “ Leaving the olive-gardens far below,
Leaving the promise of my bridal bower, The valleys of grape-loaded vines that glow
Beneath the battled tower.
The light white cloud swam over us. Anon
We heard the lion roaring from his den ;
Or, from the darken'd glen,
And thunder on the everlasting hills.
A solemn scorn of ills.
Strength came to me that equallid my desire. How beautiful a thing it was to die For God and for
sire ! “It comforts me in this one thought to dwell,
That I subdued me to my father's will ; Because the kiss he gave me, ere I fell,
Sweetens the spirit still. “Moreover it is written that my race
Hew'd Ammon, hip and thigh, from Aroer
Glow'd, as I look'd at her.
“ Glory to God," she sang, and past afar, Thridding the sombre boskage of the wood,
Toward the morning-star. Losing her carol I stood pensively,
As one that from a casement leans his head, When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly,
And the old year is dead. “ Alas! alas !” a low voice, full of care,
Murmur'd beside me : “ Turn and look on me : I am that Rosamond, whom men call fair,
If what I was I be. “Would I had been some maiden coarse and poor!
O me, that I should ever see the light !
Do hunt me, day and night."
To whom the Egyptian : “O, you tamely died ! You should have clung to Fulvia's waist, and thrust
The dagger thro' her side."