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CIII.
Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer!

Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love!
Ave Maria ! may our spirits dare

Look up to thine and to thy Son's above! Ave Maria! oh that face so fair!

Those downcast eyes beneath the Almighty doveWhat though 'tis but a pictured image?-strikeThat painting is no idol—'tis too like.

civ. Some kinder casuists are pleased to say

In nameless print—that I have no devotion ; But set those persons down with me to pray,

And you shall see who has the properest notion Of getting into heaven the shortest way:

My altars are the mountains and the ocean, Earth, air, stars—all that springs from the great Whole, Who hath produced, and will receive the soul.

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Sweet hour of twilight !-in the solitude

Of the pine forest and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood,

Rooted where once the Adrian wave flow'd o'er,
To where the last Cæsarean fortress stood,

Evergreen forest! which Boccaccio's lore
And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me,
How have I loved the twilight hour and thee!

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The shrill cicalas, people of the pine,

Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine,

And vesper bells that rose the boughs along :

The spectre huntsman of Onesti’s line,

His hell-dogs and their chase, and the fair throng, Which learn'd from this example not to fly From a true lover---shadow'd my mind's eye.

CVII.

O Hesperus ! thou bringest all good things

Home to the weary, to the hungry cheer,
To the young bird the parent's brooding wings,

The welcome stall to the o'erlabour'd steer;
Whate'er of peace about our hearthstone clings,

Whate'er our household gods protect of dear, Are gather'd round us by thy look of rest; Thou bring'st the child, too, to the mother's breast.

CVIII.

Soft hour! which wakes the wish and melts the heart

Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart;

Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way
As the far bell of vesper makes him start,

Seeming to weep the dying day's decay ;
Is this a fancy which our reason scorns ?
Ah! surely nothing dies but something mourns.

СІХ.

When Nero perish'd by the justest doom

Which ever the destroyer yet destroy'd, Amidst the roar of liberated Rome,

Of nations freed, and the world overjoy'd,
Some hands unseen strew'd flowers upon his tomb;

Perhaps the weakness of a heart not void
Of feeling for some kindness done, when power
Had left the wretch an uncorrupted hour.

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But I'm digressing; what on earth has Nero,

Or any such like sovereign buffoons, To do with the transactions of my hero,

More than such madmen's fellow-man—the moon's ? Sure my invention must be down at zero,

And I grown one of many “ wooden spoons" Of verse (the name with which we Cantabs please To dub the last of honours in degrees).

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I feel this tediousness will never do

'Tis being too epic, and I must cut down (In copying) this long canto into two:

They'll never find it out, unless I own The fact, excepting some experienced few;

And then as an improvement 'twill be shown : I'll prove that such the opinion of the critic is, From Aristotle passim.—See IIointik15.

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Afric is all the sun's, and as her earth

Her human clay is kindled : full of power For good or evil, burning from its birth.

The Moorish blood partakes the planet's hour, And like the soil beneath, it will bring forth :

Beauty and love were Haidée's mother's dower; But her large dark eye show'd deep Passion's force, Though sleeping like a lion near a source.

LVII.

Her daughter, temper'd with a milder ray,

Like summer clouds all silvery, smooth, and fair, Till slowly charged with thunder, they display

Terror to earth, and tempest to the air, Had held till now her soft and milky way;

But, overwrought with passion and despair, The fire burst forth from her Numidian veins, Even as the Simoom sweeps the blasted plains.

LVIII.
The last sight which she saw was Juan's gore,

And he himself o'ermaster'd, and cut down;
His blood was running on the very floor

Where late he trod, her beautiful, her own; Thus much she view'd an instant, and no more

Her struggles ceased with one convulsive groan; On her sire's arm, which, until now, scarce held Her, writhing, fell she, like a cedar fell’d.

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A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure dyes

Were dabbled with the deep blood which ran o'er ;. And her head droop'd, as when the lily lies

O'ercharged with rain : her summon'd handmaids bore Their lady to her couch, with gushing eyes;

Of herbs and cordials they produced their store,
But she defied all means they could employ,
Like one life could not hold, nor death destroy.

LX.
Days lay she in that state, unchanged, though chill-

With nothing livid, still her lips were red :
She had no pulse, but death seem'd absent still ;

No hideous sign proclaim'd her surely dead;

Corruption came not, in each mind to kill

All hope ; to look upon her sweet face bred New thoughts of life, for it seem'd full of soulShe had so much, earth could not claim the whole.

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The ruling passion, such as marble shows

When exquisitely chisell’d, still lay there, But fix'd as marble's unchanged aspect throws

O'er the fair Venus, but forever fair;
O'er the Laocoon's all eternal throes,

And ever-dying Gladiator's air,
Their energy, like life, forms all their fame,
Yet looks not life, for they are still the same.

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She woke at length, but not as sleepers wake,

Rather the dead, for life seem'd something new, A strange sensation which she must partake

Perforce, since whatsoever met her view Struck not on memory, though a heavy ache

Lay at her heart, whose earliest beat, still true, Brought back the sense of pain without the cause, For, for a while, the furies made a pause.

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She look'd on many a face with vacant eye,

On many a token, without knowing what ;
She saw them watch her, without asking why,

And reck'd not who around her pillowsat:
Not speechless, though she spoke not; not a sigh

Relieved her thoughts ; dull silence and quick chat
Were tried in vain by those who served ; she gave
No sign, save breath, of having left the grave.

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