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Which the sand covers,-all his evil gain
The miser in such dreams would rise and shake Into a beggar's lap;—the lying scribe Would his own lies betray without a bribe.
Translating hieroglyphics into Greek,
And nothing more; and bid the herald stick The same against the temple doors, and pull
The old cant down; they licensed all to speak Whate'er they thought of hawks and cats and geese, By pastoral letters to each diocese.
And robes, and seat him on his glorious seat, And on the right hand of the sunlike throne
Would place a gaudy mock-bird to repeat The chatterings of the monkey.-Every one
Of the prone courtiers crawled to kiss the feet Of their great emperor when the morning came; And kissed—alas, how many kiss the same!
LXXV. The soldiers dreamed that they were blacksmiths,
and Walked out of quarters in somnambulism ; Round the red anvils you might see them stand
Like Cyclopses in Vulcan's sooty abysm, Beating their swords to ploughshares ;-in a band
The gaolers sent those of the liberal schism Free through the streets of Memphis; much, I wis, To the annoyance of king Amasis.
They hardly knew whether they loved or not, Would rise out of their rest, and take sweet joy,
To the fulfilment of their inmost thought; And when next day the maiden and the boy
Met one another, both, like sinners caught, Blushed at the thing which each believed was done Only in fancy—till the tenth moon shone;
And then the Witch would let them take no ill:
Of many thousand schemes which lovers find The Witch found one,—and so they took their fill
Of happiness in marriage warm and kind. Friends who, by practice of some envicus skill,
Were torn apart, a wide wound, mind from mind! She did unite again with visions clear Of deep affection and of truth sincere.
LXXVIII. These were the pranks she played among the cities
Of mortal men, and hat she did to sprites And gods, entangling them in her sweet ditties
To do her will, and show their subtle slights, I will declare another time; for it is
A tale more fit for the weird winter nights Than for these garish summer days, when we Scarcely believe much more than we can see.
TO THE MOON.
Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless Among ihe stars that have a different birth, And ever-changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?
ODE TO NAPLES.*
EPODB I. a.
I groom within the city disinterred, †
falls Of spirits passing through the streets, and heard The Mountain's slumberous voice at intervals
Thrill through those roofless halls : The oracular thunder penetrating shook
The listening soul in my suspended blood; I felt that Earth out of her deep heart spokeI felt, but heard not. Through white columns
The isle-sustaining Ocean flood, A plane of light between two heavens of azure :
Around me gleamed many a bright sepulchre Of whose pure beauty, Time, as if his pleasure
Were to spare Death, had never made erasure ;
* The Author has connected many recollections of his visit tt Pompeii and Baiæ with the enthusiasm excited by the intelligence of the proclamation of a Constitutional Government ut Naples. This has given a tinge of picturesque and descriptive imagery to the introductory epodes, which depicture the scenes and some of the majestic feelings permanently connected with the scene of this animating event.-- Author's Note.
But every living lineament was clear
As in the sculptor's thought; and there
Like winter leaves o’ergrown by moulded snow,
Because the crystal silence of the air
EPODE II. a.
Then gentle winds arose,
With many a mingled close
And where the Baian ocean
Welters with air-like motion,
Moving the sea-flowers in those purple caves,
Floats o'er the Elysian realm,
No storm can overwhelm.
Of the dead kings of melody.
* Homer and Virgil.