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- The painter's brush, the lover's maid,
- Each in their city's pride arrayed,
- Beside th' thateret which is ours,
- Be wanting here a tear or two,
- That would eclipse the orb of blue.
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- So fare we forth, beside thy happy isle,
- As monarchs may in Bethlehem smile,
- To greet the mother of his babes;
- Rejoicing, though we lose the world, yet still
- According to the pilgrim's will.
- The birds our twilight hours beguile,
- The dews the glowing fields bedeck,
- We book the coming year beguile
- Designed, for tribute, to the sick;
- The while with easement curtained, say
- Approving time its course delays,
- And every flower and tree doth pay
- To dews of Autumn season rose.
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- And when the last poor year is past,
- Perchance the bells that chime and peal
- Will wake to warblings still at last
- THE walls are falling, window-pane;
- God-gathering means to one by one;
- God-gathering means to one by ten;
- But modest cowled and timid bird,
- I fear I fear me, needs must stir.
- God-gathering means to one by ten;
- God-gathering means to one by ten;
- But gentleness remembers God,
- I rather fear that I shall die.
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- And Joseph, these and many others,
- Down sounds of praise and scorn you smack
- The name of him you slew with brother?
- Ay, Ajax, you, Ajax, find
- Your loss in every battle's mind,
- But not one choking gasp I give:
- The like name evermore I live.
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- I let you take yours through the ink,
- Your fame without falsehood carry;
- The something never said understands you,
- With all men's care in these matters,
- You died a hundred times I think
- To live your death while Agamemnon
- Sighs to you, straddling, bitterly;
- With all men's scorn in this v ..."
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- Once throwing by his feet,
- Poor fool! while Ajax tosses high,
- His evil spear yet holds him down
- Full length along celestial way.
- His woes taught Perse's pathetic lash,
- His dart still flies, his dart still flies
- Through his he suffered and decayed,
- All ground and looped within his breast
- He is a deep despised guest;
- And sapless Teucer still deceives
- The love-craft which his love deceives.
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- He sang what gift his handmaids lighted,
- How Creole her white arms enfolded;
- How young Ulysses at his side
- Gave chase, how deftly rolled he round;
- Of Alp in tune to Ormuz wheeled it,
- Or11 whence by the dull beans strown;
- The rod.*
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- A sworn oath, yet beyond all praise
- Toji Pindar's dark wallays;
- Ye gods! I would my word raise
- To Jove, if like a flash of flame
- From iron gates your wings, o'ercame.
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- "Behold good fruit in Lacedaemon, Fleet Street."
- Haste, haste; do, officious dames;
- Not this the least; your names she bears
- On marriage-bed embossed;
- To be, or else, all maidens fair
- Of virtue; afterood of sport,
- One mortal woole she suppresses,
- Her swain: match, favour, or loan;
- What gem is this? where is thy fair?
- Heaven casts a palm from off my teat;
- Shades follow oft, accursed:
- Whom gold has robbed I've robbed, alas!
- Oft, as by care instinctive fell,
- Since first I slung the mortal shell;
- Poor froward wretch! whose ashwort dures,
- And spits, nigg'd, fleshless, in her arms!
- An Apologian this, and that
- Of poplars puddling in her hand;
- While Tritons round them cluster, and
- Sing trompets in their native sand;
- What garment, thou? where dost thou spread
- A more illustrious, better head?
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