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Ours are the tears, though few, sincerely shed,
When Ocean shrouds and sepulchres our dead.
For us, even banquets fond regret supply
In the red cup that crowns our memory ;
And the brief epitaph in danger's day,
When those who win at length divide the prey,
And cry, Remembrance saddening o'er each brow,
How had the brave who fell exulted now !

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GRECIAN SUNSET

Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,
Along Morea's hills the setting sun;
Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright,
But one unclouded blaze of living light !
O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws,
Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
On old Ægina's rock, and Idra's isle,
The god of gladness sheds his parting smile ;
O’er his own regions lingering, loves to shine,
Though there his altars are no more divine.
Descending fast the mountain shadows kiss
Thy glorious gulf, unconquer'd Salamis !
Their azure arches through the long expanse
More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance,
And tenderest tints, along their summits driven,
Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven;
Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep,
Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.

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On such an eve his palest beam he cast,
When-Athens ! here thy Wisest look'd his last.
How watch'd thy better sons his farewell ray,
That clos'd their murder'd sage's latest day !
Not yet—not yet-Sol pauses on the hill-
The precious hour of parting lingers still ;

But sad his light to agonizing eyes,
And dark the mountain's once delightful dyes :
Gloom o'er the lovely land lie seem'd to pour,
The land where Phoebus never frown'd before ;
But ere he sank below Cithæron's head,
The cup of woe was quaff'd-the spirit fled,
The soul of him who scorn'd to fear or fly-
Who lived and died, as none can live or die !

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But lo! from high Hymettus to the plain,
The queen of night asserts her silent reign.
No murky vapour, herald of the storm,
Hides her fair face, nor girds her glowing form:
With cornice glimmering as the moonbeams play,
There the white column greets her grateful ray,
And, bright around with quivering beams beset,
Her emblem sparkles o'er the minaret :
The groves of olive scatter'd dark and wide
Where meek Cephisus pours his scanty tide,
The cypress saddening by the sacred mosque,
The gleaming turret of the gay kiosk,
And, dun and sombre 'mid the holy calm,
Near Theseus' fane yon solitary palm,
All tinged with varied hues, arrest the eye-
And dull were his that pass’d them heedless by.

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Again the Ægean, heard no more afar,
Lulls his chafed breast from elemental war;
Again his waves in milder tints unfold
Their long array of sapphire and of gold,
Mix'd with the shades of many a distant isle,
That frown-where gentler ocean seems to smile,

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

SHE walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear, their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

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IF THAT HIGH WORLD IF that high world, which lies beyond

Our own, surviving Love endears ;
If there the cherish'd heart be fond,

The eye the same, except in tears-
How welcome those untrodden spheres !

How sweet this very hour to die!
To soar from earth, and find all fears

Lost in thy light-Eternity ! It must be so : 'tis not for self

That we so tremble on the brink; And striving to o'erleap the gulf,

Yet cling to Being's severing link.

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Oh! in that future let us think

To hold each heart the heart that shares ;
With them the immortal waters drink,

And soul in soul grow deathless theirs !

O! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM

O! SNATCH'd away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb,
But on thy turf shall roses rear

Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom ;
And oft by yon blue gushing stream

Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,
And feed deep thought with many a dream,

And lingering pause and lightly tread;
Fond wretch ! as if her step disturb’d the dead! 10

Away! we know that tears are vain,

That Death nor heeds nor hears distress;
Will this unteach us to complain !

Or make one mourner weep the less !
And thou—who tell'st me to forget,
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.

WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS SUFFERING

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WHEN coldness wraps this suffering clay,

Ah! whither strays the immortal mind ?
It cannot die, it cannot stay,

But leaves its darken'd dust behind.
Then, unembodied, doth it trace

By steps each planet's heavenly way?
Or fill at once the realms of space,

A thing of eyes, that all survey?

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Eternal, boundless, undecay'd,

A thought unseen, but seeing all,
All, all in earth or skies display'd,

Shall it survey, shall it recall :
Each fainter trace that memory holds

So darkly of departed years,
In one broad glance the soul beholds,

And all. that was, at once appears.
Before Creation peopled earth,

Its eye shall roll through chaos back;
And where the farthest heaven had birth,

The spirit trace its rising track.
And where the future mars or makes,

Its glance dilate o'er all to be,
While sun is quench'd, or system breaks,

Fix'd in its own eternity.
Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear,

It lives all passionless and pure :
An age shall fleet like earthly year;

Its years as moments shall endure.
Away, away, without a wing,

O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly,
A nameless and eternal thing,

Forgetting what it was to die.

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THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.

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