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XXIIT.

XXIX.

The forms which peopled this terrific trance He struck my chains,and gently spake and smiled : I well remember--like a quire of devils,

As they were loosened by that Hermit old, Around me they involved a giddy dance ;

Mine eyes were of their madness half beguiled, Legions seemed gathering from the misty levels To answer those kind looks.-He did enfold Of ocean, to supply those ceaseless revels,

His giant arms around me to uphold Foul, ceaseless shadows:-thought could not divide My wretched frame, my scorched limbs he wound The actual world from these entangling evils, In linen moist and balmy, and as cold Which so bemocked themselves, that I descried As dew to drooping leaves :—thechain, with sound All shapes like mine own self, hideously multiplied. Like earthquake, through the chasm of that steep

stair did bound

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The moon was darting through the lattices

But custom maketh blind and obdurate Its yellow light, warm as the beams of day

The loftiest hearts:-he had beheld the woe So warm, that to admit the dewy breeze,

In which mankind was bound, but deemed that fate The old man opened them; the moonlight lay Which made them abject would preserve them so; Upon a lake whose waters wove their play

And in such faith, some stedfast joy to know, Even to the threshold of that lonely home: He sought this cell: but, when fame went abroad Within was seen in the dim wavering ray, That one in Argolis did undergo The antique sculptured roof, and many a tome Torture for liberty, and that the crowd Whose lore had made that sage all that he had High truths from gifted lips had heard and underbecome.

stood,

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The rock-built barrier of the sea was past,-
And I was on the margin of a lake,
A lonely lake, amid the forests vast
And snowy mountains :—did my spirit wake
From sleep, as many-coloured as the snake
That girds eternity? in life and truth,
Might not my heart its cravings ever slake?
Was Cythna then a dream, and all my youth,
And all its hopes and fears, and all its joy and

ruth?

And that the multitude was gathering wide,
His spirit leaped within his aged frame;
In lonely peace he could no more abide,
But to the land on which the victor's flame
Had fed, my native land, the Hermit came;
Each heart was there a shield, and every tongue
Was as a sword of truth-young Laon's name
Rallied their secret hopes, though tyrants sung
Hymns of triumphant joy our scattered tribes

among

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“ So in the populous City, a young maiden I saw my countenance reflected there;Has baffled Havoc of the prey which he

And then my youth fell on me like a wind Marks as his own, whene'er with chains o'erladen Descending on still waters—my thin hair Men make them arms to hurl down tyranny, Was prematurely grey, my face was lined False arbiter between the bound and free; With channels, such as suffering leaves behind, And o'er the land, in hamlets and in towns Not age; my brow was pale, but in my cheek The multitudes collect tumultuously,

And lips a flush of gnawing fire did find (speak And throng in arms; but tyranny disowns Their food and dwelling; though mine eyes might Their claim, and gathers strength around its trem- A subtle mind and strong within a frame thus weak.

bling thrones.

XXIV.

XXX

“ Blood soon, although unwillingly, to shed And though their lustre now was spent and faded,
The free cannot forbear—the Queen of Slaves, Yet in my hollow looks and withered mien
The hood-winked Angel of the blind and dead, The likeness of a shape for which was braided
Custom, with iron mace points to the graves The brightest woof of genius, still was seen-
Where her own standard desolately waves One who, methought, had gone from the world's
Over the dust of Prophets and of Kings.

And leftit vacant—'twas her lover's face, (scene, Many yet stand in her array—she paves

It might resemble her-it once had been Her path with human hearts,' and o'er it Alings The mirror of her thoughts, and still the grace The wildering gloom of her immeasurable wings. Which her mind's shadow cast, left there a linger

ing trace.

XXXI. “ There is a plain beneath the City's wall,

What then was I ? She slumbered with the dead. Bounded by misty mountains, wide and vast; Glory and joy and peace, had come and gone. Millions there lift at Freedom's thrilling call Doth the cloud perish, when the beams are fled Ten thousand standards wide; they load the blast Which steeped its skirts in gold? or dark, and lone, Which bears one sound of many voices past, Doth it not through the paths of night unknown, And startles on his throne their sceptred foe: On outspread wings of its own wind upborne He sits amid his idle pomp aghast,

Pour rain upon the earth? the stars are shown, And that his power hath past away, doth know When the cold moon sharpens her silver horn Why pause the victor swords to seal his overthrow ? Under the sea, and make the wide night not forlorn.

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XI.

Then, suddenly, I knew it was the youth

“ O wherefore should ill ever flow from ill, In whom its earliest hopes my spirit found ; And pain still keener pain for ever breed ? But envious tongues had stained his spotless truth, We all are brethren-even the slaves who kill And thoughtless pride his love in silence bound, For hire, are men ; and to avenge misdeed And shame and sorrow mine in toils had wound, On the misdoer, doth but Misery feed Whilst he was innocent, and I deluded.

With her own broken heart ! 0 Earth, 0 Heaven! The truth now came upon me, on the ground And thou, dread Nature, which to every deed Tears of repenting joy, which fast intruded, And all that lives, or is to be, hath given, Fell fast, and o'er its peace our mingling spirits Even as to thee have these done ill, and are brooded.

forgiven. Thus, while with rapid lips and earnest eyes “Join then your hands and hearts, and let the past We talked, a sound of sweeping conflict spread, Be as a grave which gives not up its dead As from the earth did suddenly arise ;.

To evil thoughts.”—A film then overcast From every tent, roused by that clamour dread, My sense with dimness, for the wound, which bled Our bands outsprung and seized theirarms; wesped Freshly, swift shadows o'er mine eyes had shed. Towards the sound: our tribes were gathering far, When I awoke, I lay 'mid friends and foes, Those sanguine slaves amid ten thousand dead And earnest countenances on me shed Stabbed in their sleep, trampled i treacherous war, The light of questioning looks, whilst one did close The gentle hearts whose power their lives had My wound with balmiest herbs, and soothed me sought to spare.

to repose ;

VI.

XII.

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