370 The misery his brilliance had betray'd Of Memnon's image at the set of sun Sighs, too, as mournful as that Memnon's harp, He utter'd, while his hands contemplative Uprose Iäpetus, and Creus too, And Phorcus, sea-born, and together strode And their eternal calm, and all that face, Or I have dream'd.' 'Yes,' said the su preme shape, 61 Feel cursed and thwarted, when the liegeless air Yields to my step aspirant? why should I 'Thou hast dream'd of me; and awaking Spurn the green turf as hateful to my Could bend that bow heroic to all times. Who hath forsaken old and sacred thrones 81 A wondrous lesson in thy silent face : Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Throbb'd with the syllables:-Mnemo- Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, |