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This hour will in thy memory
Or Greece, the Mother of the free;
And I will teach thine infant tongue
CANCELLED PASSAGES OF THE POEM TO WILLIAM SHE LEY.
THE world is now our dwelling-place;
Of what was great and free does keep,
Mild thoughts of man's ungentle race
The memory of thy grievous wrong
But genius is Omnipotent
ON FANNY GODWIN.
HER voice did quiver as we parted,
Yet knew I not that heart was broken From which it came, and I departed Heeding not the words then spoken. Misery-O Misery,
This world is all too wide for thee.
THOU wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be,
Rests the full splendour of his sacred fame;
'Twill wrong thee not-thou wouldst, if thou couldst feel, Abjure such envious fame-great Otho died Like thee-he sanctified his country's steel,
At once the tyrant and tyrannicide,
In his own blood-a deed it was to bring
Tears from all men-though full of gentle pride, Such pride as from impetuous love may spring, That will not be refused its offering.
Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil,
Nor custom, queen of many slaves, makes blind, Have ever grieved that man should be the spoil
Of his own weakness, and with earnest mind
Chastened by deathful victory now, and find
Dark is the realm of grief: but human things
Once more descend
The shadows of my soul upon mankind,
Thoughts are but shadows which the flashing mind From the swift clouds which track its flight of fire,
Casts on the gloomy world it leaves behind.
FRAGMENT OF A SONG.
O THAT a chariot of cloud were mine!
Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air, When the moon over the ocean's line
Is spreading the locks of her bright grey hair. O that a chariot of cloud were mine!
I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind
FRAGMENT: TO A FRIEND LEAVING PRISON.
FOR me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble
In my faint eyes, and that my heart beat fast
Yet, from thy voice that falsehood starts aghast,
Like strength from slumber, from the prison,
FRAGMENT: SATAN LOOSE.
A GOLDEN-WINGED Angel stood
Before the Eternal Judgment-seat: His looks were wild, and Devils' blood Stained his dainty hands and feet.
The Father and the Son
Knew that strife was now begun.
They knew that Satan had broken his chain,
Like the rushing of wings was heard around;
And suddenly the lamps grew pale-
TWO FRAGMENTS TO MUSIC.
SILVER key of the fountain of tears,
Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child,
No, Music, thou art not the "food of Love,"
FRAGMENT: UNSATISFIED DESIRES.
To thirst and find no fill-to wail and wander
STANZA: WEALTH AND LOVE.
WEALTH and dominion fade into the mass
Of the great sea of human right and wrong,
My thoughts arise and fade in solitude,
The verse that would invest them melts away Like moonlight in the heaven of spreading day: How beautiful they were, how firm they stood, Flecking the starry sky like woven pearl!
A HATE-SONG. (IMPROVISED.)
A HATER he came and sat by a ditch,
And he sang a song which was more of a screech 'Gainst a woman that was a brute.
LINES TO A CRITIC.
HONEY from silkworms who can gather,
Hate men who cant, and men who pray,
An equal passion to repay
They are not coy like me.
Or seek some slave of power and gold,
A passion like the one I prove
I hate thy want of truth and love-