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A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
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Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of
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The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.*
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Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a
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Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great !
Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not,
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Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?
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Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.
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Age shakes Athena's towers, but spares gray Marathon.
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
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Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb;
And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
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There was a sound of revelry by night,
* And keeps the palace of the soul.-WALLER. On Tea.
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
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On with the dance! let joy be unconfined.
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And there was mounting in hot haste.
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Or whispering, with white lips-The foe! They
come! They come !'
Battle's magnificently-stern array!
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The castled crag of Drachenfels
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.
He had kept
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The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept. Canto iii. Stanza 57.
The sky is changed! and such a change! O night, And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along,
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among
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Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.
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I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
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I stood among them, but not of them.
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I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
Canto iv. Stanza 1. Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
The cold-the changed-perchance the dead anew, The mourned, the loved, the lost-too many! yet how
The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss.
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The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
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Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
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The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
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There were his young barbarians all at play,
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While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls, the world.*
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*The exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century, as recorded by the Venerable Bede.
O! that the desert were my dwelling-place,
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
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Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean-roll!
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Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Time writes no wrinkle on thy azure brow
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
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And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles onward.
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And laid my hand upon thy mane-as I do here.†
* And thou, vast ocean, on whose awful face
Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace.
ROBERT MONTGOMERY. The Omnipresence of the Deity.
And what is writ, is writ.
Would it were worthier?
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Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been-
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He who hath bent him o'er the dead
The last of danger and distress,
Before Decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
Such is the aspect of this shore ;
'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!