LII.

My first "foretold the spark of vital fire,
The soul's fine essence, never could expire.
My second was that philanthropic sage
That fled Pisistratus' vindictive rage.'

1 "She decked her Amazonian charms
In the refulgent glare of radiant arms."

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Isabel, my sweet,
Red whortleberries droop above my head,
And a large flintstone weighs upon my feet."

3 "In days of old here towers were seen,
The mournful refuge of an injured queen.
Here flowed her pure, but unavailing tears;
Her blinded zeal sustained her sinking years;
Yet freedom hence, her radiant banner waved,
And love revenged a realm by priests enslaved.”
4 "Wasting towns, plantations, meadows,
Strewing yonder sea with wrecks."

5 "Borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire, While solemn airs improve the sacred fire."

LIII.

"The Roman Pontiff, swelling high

In his imperial pride,

Boasts that upon my second rests

His power and empire wide.

But we have quench'd in purer streams
Of Christian truth, our thirst:

And well we know that all his claims
Can but be called my first.

My whole-fair plant, how bright thy love!
How green thy leaves would be
Had not that haughty pontiff laid
His withering hand on thee!"

1 "Of the times that are to come
What he darkly can forebode
His giant voice oft warns aloud.”

2

3

"Alone, along the sky Her turret-torch was blazing high."

"One of those

Who dealt upon the seven-hilled city's pride."

4 "His black cowl and weeds bespeak a life
Devoted to austere observance."

LIV.

"O what is my first?"

Said Nisrock. "Perfect misery, the worst

Of evils, and excessive, overthrows

All patience."

But then comes in my gentle second,

Under whose soothing influence I sink to rest, "Filled through and through with love, and happy sleep."

1 "The weak, wan votarist leaves her twilight cell To walk with taper dim the winding aisle."

2 "What it seem'd her tongue denied,

Her looks with softer eloquence supplied,

While outward smiles conceal'd with fraudful art
The mighty mischief lurking in her heart."

3 The wandering nation of a summer's day."

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4 "Founts vainly sought, which always lie conceal'd,
The hidden head to none was e'er reveal'd;
Their copious floods without a witness rise,
Their birth acknowledg'd under other skies.”

LV.

The balm for every mortal ill.
"In the lowest deep, a deeper still."

1 "The road that way is lined with anxious eyes, And false announcements, and fresh laughters rise. And who shall tell the drive there, and the din? The bells, the drums, the throng yet squeezing in."

2

"Within whose distant nook Fell, half abandoned, earth-exploring Cook."

3 " Eager and loud, from man to man he flies,
Revenge and fury flaming in his eyes;

While, vainly fond, in fancy oft he hears
The fair one's grief, and sees her falling tears."

4 "She wreathes a garland, fair to see.”

Beware!

What is it she weaves for thee?

5 "The sceptred craven mounts to quit the field— Is not that steed my own? Oh, yes, 'tis mine! But never was she turned from battle-line."

Of freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf,
E'en for thy tomb a garland let it be.”

7 "Dewdrop, formed of hope and anguish,
Love himself hath sent thee here."

LVI.

Starry.

1 "That lake, whose gloomy shore Skylark never warbled o'er."

2 "Salt seasons dainties; and my food is still The humblest root; my drink, the simplest rill."

3"The cygnet nobly walks the water;

So moved on earth Circassia's daughter."

4 Once prosperous town on noble river— By Suwarrow stormed, laid low for ever.

5 "Its holy flame for ever burneth :

From heaven it came, to heaven returneth." 6 "On a rock of the ocean, that lady did seem: Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream."

7 "My court beneath the hoary waves I keep, And hush the roarings of the sacred deep."

LVII.

"Well are ye matched in your opening hour."

1 "O I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!"

2 "He wonneth in the land of Fayërie; Yet is no fary borne, ne sib at all

To Elfes, but sprong of seed terrestriall, And whylome by false Faries stolne away, Whyles yet in infant cradle he did crall."

3 "I follow my master to serve my turn upon him."

4 Still in the violet's shadow lying,
Concealed from Phoebus' searching glances.
5 "Yet amid our joy and uproar,

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Let us think of those that sleep,
Full many a fathom deep,

By thy wild and stormy steep."

"In persuasion skill'd,

Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd."

LVIII.

Thus, thus, I mount upon thy back, and scour the desert plains:

Away! who overtakes us now may claim thee for his pains."

1 “In haste, from Carmel's summit hies,

And grateful rains his country fertilize."

2 "She raised her hands to heaven and blest her child; Then bending forward, as he rose, embraced

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And claspt him to her heart, and cried, 'Once more, Theodofred, with pride behold thy son!'"

"How meek soe'er he seem,

No keener hunter after glory breathes;

He loves it in his knights more than himself."

4 "Princely counsel in his face yet shone; Majestic, though in ruin."

LIX.

The secrets of my first were veiled in night;
My second came, and there was light.