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A garland of the rose; and a white pair
Every great pillar of this house of war
Was tun-great, of bright iron blazing far.
Of felony, and all the conipassing ;
The pick-purse; and pale fear, with ghastly soul ; And now to tell you, on the westward side,
The smiler, with the knife under the cloke; What colours the great painters did provide, The stables burning with the pitchy smoke; What portraiture upon the wall was spread, The treason of the murdering of the bed ; Within the temple of grim Mars the red ;
The open war, whose wounds for ever bled; All painted was the wall, in dismal grace,
Contest with bloody knife, and menace keen, Like to the inward of the grisly place,
And full of scritching cries the doleful scene; Callid the great temple of the God in Thrace, The slayer of himself then saw I there, Where Mars his sovereign mansion still doth hold, His own heart-blood had bathed all his hair; lo frosty regions and eternal cold.
The nail, too, driven in the skull at night;
The cold death with the gaping mouth upright; A forest on the wall was there exprest
Amidst of all the temple sate Mischance, In which there never wons nor man nor beast, With great discomfort, and pale countenance ; With knotty, knarry, barren trees, right old, And saw I Madness, laughing in his ire ; And sharp with stubs, and hideous to behold, Armed Complaint ; Outcry; and fierce Desire Where, like the thunder, ran a rumble through, Of fiery outrage; in the bushes put, As though a storm would break down ev'ry bough, I saw the corpse of him whose throat was cut; And downward, (and a savage hill o'erbent,) And flow'd the crimson blood on slaughter's bed, There stood the fane of Mars armipotent;
A thousand slain, and not of sickness dead; Wrought all of burned steel : the entrance keen The tyrant with his prey from subject reft; Was long, and strait, and ghastly to be seen; The town destroy'd, and not a rafter left; And thereout came a rage, and air, God knows, The burnt ships dancing on the waves I saw; The gates from their great hinges heav'd and rose: The hunter strangled in the wild bear's paw; The northern light in at the door there shone; The child, eat by the fretting sow in cradle; For window on the massy wall was none,
The cook, too, scalded, maugre his long ladle; Through which men might the open light discern: And every mortal act in every part; The door was all of adamant eterne,
The carter, over-ridden with his cart, And clenched overthwart, and end-ways long, Under the wheel full low he lay adown, With iron tough, and, for to make it strong,
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PROCESSION AND HYMN IN HONOUR Soon the assembly in a circle rang'd,
Stood silent round the shrine: each look waschanged
To sudden yeneration : women meek
Beckon'd their sons to silence; while each cheek Each having a white wicker over brimm'd
Of virgin-bloom paled gently for slight fear. With April's tender younglings: next, welltrimm'd,
Endymion too, without a forest peer, A crowd of shepherds with as sunburnt looks
Stood, wan and pale, and with an unawed face, As may be read of in Arcadian books;
Among his brothers of the mountain-chase. Such as sat listeving round Apollo's pipe,
In midst of all, the venerable priest When the great deity, for earth too ripe,
Ey'd them with joy from greatest to the least, Let his divinity o'erflowing die
And, after lifting up his aged hands, In music, through the vales of Thessaly:
Thus spake he: -“ Men of Latmos! shepherd Some idly trail'd their sheep-hooks on the ground,
bands! And some kept up a shrilly-mellow sound
Whose care it is to guard a thousand flocks : With ebon-tipped flutes: close after these,
Whether descended from beneath the rocks Now coming from beneath the forest-trees,
That overtop your mountains ; whether come A venerable priest full soberly,
From vallies where the pipe is never dumb; Begirt with ministering looks: always his eye Or from your swelling downs, where sweet air stirs Stedfast upon the matted turf he kept,
Blue hare-bells lightly, and where prickly furze And after him his sacred vestments swept.
Buds lavish gold; or ye, whose precious charge, From his right hand there swung a vase, milk-white,
Nibble their fill at ocean's very marge, Of mingled wine, out-sparkling generous light;
Whose mellow reeds are touch'd with sounds forlorn And in his left he held a basket full
By the dim echoes of old Triton's horn: Of all sweet herbs that searching eye could cull:
Mothers and wives ! who day by day prepare Wild thyme, and valley-lilies whiter still
The scrip, with needments, for the mountain-air; Than Leda's love, and cresses from the rill.
And all ye gentle girls who foster up His aged head, crowned with beechen wreath, Udderless lambs, and in a little cup Seem'd like a poll of ivy in the teeth
Will put choice honey for a favoured youth: Of winter hoar. Then came another crowd
Yea, every one attend! for in good truth
Our vows are wanting to our great god Pan.
Night-swollen mushrooms ? Are not our wide plains
Green'd over April's lap? No howling sad
Sickens our fearful ewes; and we have had
Great bounty from Endymion our lord.
His early song against yon breezy sky, And, for those simple times, his garments were That spreads so clear o'er our solemnity." A chieftain king's: beneath his breast, half bare,
Thus ending, on the shrine he heap'd a spire Was hung a silver bugle, and between
Of teeming sweets, enkindling sacred fire; His nervy knees there lay a boar-spear keen.
Anon he stain'd the thick and spongy sod A smile was on his countenance; he seem'd,
With wine, in honour of the shepherd-god. To common lookers-on, like one who dream'd
Now while the earth was drinking it, and while Of idleness in groves Elysian :
Bay-leaves were crackling in the fragrant pile, But there were some who feelingly could scan
And gummy frankincense was sparkling bright A lurking trouble in his nether-lip,
'Neath smothering parsley, and a hazy light And see that oftentimes the reins would slip
Spread greyly eastward, thus a chorus sang:
“O thou! whose mighty palace-roof doth hang Of logs piled solemnly.Ah, well-a-day,
From jagged trunks, and overshadoweth Why should our young Endymion pine away!
Eternal whispers, glooms, the birth, life, death
Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness;
Be still the unimaginable lodge
For solitary thinkings; such as dodge
That spreading in this dull and clodded earth
Gives it a touch ethereal-a new birth:
A firmament reflected in a sea ;
An element filling the space between;
With uplift hands our foreheads lowly bending,
And giving out a shout most heaven-rending, Hear us, great Pan !
Conjure thee to receive our humble Pæan,
Upon thy Mount Lycean!”
Ever while they brought the burden to a close,
A shout from the whole multitude arose,
Of dolphins bob their noses through the brine.
Meantime, on shady levels, mossy fine,
Fair creatures! whose young children's children
But in old marbles ever beautiful,
By the feud
Eterne Apollo! that thy Sister fair
When thy gold breath is misting
the west, Bewilder'd shepherds to their path again;
She unobserved steals unto her throne,
As if she had not pomp subservient;
As if thine eye, high Poet! was not bent
As if the ministring stars kept not apart,
Feel palpitations when thou lookest in:
O Moon! old boughs lisp forth a holier din
The while they feel thine airy fellowship.
Kissing dead things to life. The sleeping kine,
One obscure hiding place, one little spot
Has thy fair face within its tranquil ken,
And from beneath a sheltering ivy-leaf
many that are come to pay their vows
Where pleasure may be sent: the nested wren
Takes glimpses of thee; thou art a relief
O Moon! far-spooming Ocean bows to thee, With long-forgotten story, and wherein
But those of Saturn's vintage ; mouldering scrolls,
Who first were on the earth; and sculptures rude
Of ancient Nox ;-then skeletons of man,
These secrets struck into him; and unless
He might have died: but now, with cheered feel, Is wan on Neptune's blue: yet there's a stress
He onward kept; wooing these thoughts to steal
About the labyrinth in his soul of love.
“ What is there in thee, Moon! that thou should's 0, not so idle: for down-glancing thence
My heart so potently? When yet a child (more She fathoms eddies, and runs wild about
I oft have dried my tears when thou hast smil'd.
Thou seem'dst my sister; hand in hand we went
No woods were green enough, no bower divine,
Until thou liftedst up thine eyelids fine: Thou pointest out the way, and straight 'tis won. In sowing time ne'er would I dibble take, Amid his toil thou gav'st Leander breath ;
Or drop a seed, till thou wast wide awake;
No one but thee hath heard me blithely sing
If it went not to solemnize thy reign.
Yes, in my boyhood, every joy and pain
By thee were fashion'd to the self-same end;
And as I grew in years, still didst thou blend Poor Cynthia greeted him, and sooth'd her light With all my ardours: thou wast the deep glen; Against his pallid face: he felt the charm
Thou wast the mountain-top—the sage's pen-
The poet's harp—the voice of friends the sun;
My goblet full of wine-my topmost deed :-
O what a wild and harmonized tune And so he kept until the rosy veils
My spirit struck from all the beautiful! Mantling the east, by Aurora's peering hand
On some bright essence could I lean, and lull
Myself to immortality.
THE INDIAN LADY'S SONG.
Why dost borrow
The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips -
To give maiden blushes Above, around, and at his feet; save things
To the white rose bushes?
Or is it thy dewy hand the daisy tips?
“O Sorrow, Rudders that for a hundred years had lost
Why dost borrow
To give the glow-worm light?
And little rills of crimson wine imbrued
His plump white arms, and shoulders, enough white
For Venus' pearly bite:
And near him rode Silenus on his ass,
Pelted with flowers as he on did pass
“ Whence came ye, merry Damsels! whence came
So many, and so many, and such glee? [ye!
Your lutes, and gentler fate?
"We follow Bacchus ! Bacchus on the wing,
Bacchus, young Bacchus! good or ill betide,
We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide:
Come hither, lady fair, and joined be
To our wild minstrelsy!
“ Whence came ye,jolly Satyrs ! whence came ye!
So many, and so many, and such glee ?
Why have ye left your forest-haunts, why left
Your nuts in oak-tree cleft ? -
· For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree;
For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms,
And cold mushrooms;
For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth ;
Great god of breathless cups and chirping mirth!
Come hither, lady fair, and joined be
To our mad minstrelsy!'
“ Over wide streams and mountains great we went,
And, save when Bacchus kept his ivy tent,
Onward the tiger and the leopard pants,
With Asian elephants:
Onward these myriads—with song and dance
With zebras striped, and sleek Arabians' prance,
Web-footed alligators, crocodiles,
Bearing upon their scaly backs, in files,
Plump infant laughers mimicking the coil
Of seamen, and stout galley-rowers' toil :
With toying oars and silken sails they glide,
Nor care for wind and tide.
“ Mounted on panthers' furs and lions' manes,
From rear to van they scour about the plains ;
A three days' journey in a moment done :
And always, at the rising of the sun,
About the wilds they hunt with spear and horn
On spleenful unicorn.
“ I saw Osirian Egypt kneel adown
Before the vine-wreath crown!
I saw parch'd Abyssinia rouse and sing
To the silver cyınbal’s ring!
I saw the whelming vintage hotly pierce
Old Tartary the fierce!
The kings of Inde their jewel-sceptres vail,
And from their treasures scatter pearled hail;
Great Brahma from his mystic heaven groans,
And all his priesthood moans ;
Before young Bacchus' eye-wink turning pale.
Sick-hearted, weary-s0 I took a whim
To stray away into these forests drear