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Stirred the thin air, like murmurs from the dead,
Moving th'ambrosial blossoms by the cave.
Ah me! those wretched mortals! while they strive
In weary lands, the Dread One, from his throne,
I
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toe,
from his throne,
ft
That swamp
their pride
him who
wail for
hurls
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Seven years I plied him―ay, on bended knee―
To leave those barren rocks, that shrewish wife,
And mate with me, and rule my fair domain.
Life's weary pains here sweep unheeded by,
Turned by the crystal airs that gird my cave.
But aye wept he the same year-long lament,
"Alas, fair queen! my son, my wife, my home!"
Worse than e'en Circe's minions had he fared!
Shall mortal lips touch ours aud joy unscathed!
Doth man's slow blood course like the ichor's bound,
That human hopes should bind celestial love!
Howe'er true love may burn away self-love,
Immortals ne'er forget their pride of place.
woe.
!
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summer- waves
O'erhead bright birds, the golden floor. .
ith their violet eyes,
ish for their loved
—
ones even here.
Atlas' stern temper knits his children's frame
knew such folds, rli
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and
my
care.
are all
say,
Another's best is thine. When evening steals
From roof to roof, how many mortal wives
In Argos clasp a husband's neck and give
Rosy-lipped welcome! Babes they tell of too,
In those sad lands, that bring a joy to life.
Such whispers reach me, but my heart is free,
Free as the tawny cat that roams the glen,
Monarch of beasts. He crouches at my smile!
faded wife to seek, And rule his steep rock-walls, and sniff the sea 'Twere better so, he deems, than mate with me, And drain the sweetness of immortal love Blind fool
—
!
But
A pearl slipt down and sought the glossy depths, Just as a mortal damsel sheds a tear.) me
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first beams with gladness, and piled up Ambrosia with the nectar's heavenly juice Within them. Then I seized his hand and burnt One kiss upon it, turned and sought the grove. But he sailed forth beneath the glimmering stars. w. a M.
isle,
barren rocklet edged with foam, was his kingdom. Thou I looked around, Ming all my floral wealth th ruddy corn ; apples, such 11
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There, he said, his wife.
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and while her lustrous hair breast, what seem'd a pearl slipt
told
so
I laded his red-painted keels, that took
ighed,
re
free, forsooth, his
!
hiin called.
He
!
!
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le
the soft
!
Yet once, far back In mossy eld one came upon this shore
- ! him fainting
from some Grecian wreck, tch had floated, but his eye Was brave, and hard his heart as adamant.
Heaved on her
him mine.
call
Lo gleams That break before my nymphs arrive the shore So seven years long I plied the gloomy wretch, But then relented. Let the hero go
.
Ulysses, crafty hero,
me.
suffer greatly, true in all to
Then, home returning, I would
how many mortal wives
men
?
Yet something noble lights this human love. Methinks myself had yielded to its charm Were my life bounded by a brief three-score. A hero then I'd choose, and hold him dear, And he should fight and travel and be strong,
!
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!
!
Is this that earth-born fancy girls call love
ilow'rs,
of earth, who double woes cares unto their own
Yet they
That home-sick wretch, TJlysses, had he twined His arm once round my waist, mine end was won Deep 'neath mid ocean's deepest wells for aye My wrath had laid him and without a pang
task,
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was v.
that dar.
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