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Yestreen, the tumult of a far-off storm
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,

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So seven long years I plied the gloomy wretch,
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!"

Well for the hero that he yielded not!
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.

!

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,

'Tis sweet to help another, sweet to feel
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

of an

MACHINE TOOL-MAKERS. If avo trace back the history of what may bo termed machine tools, we shall find that When they owe their birth to the patent lock. Braxnah, at the latter end of the last century, turned his attention to the improi (lie tumbler lock, he found that

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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

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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,

!

',

!

!

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

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