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His strong arms, the figure sustain'd them not: 'twas as empty
E'en as a windworn cloud, or a phantom of irrelevant sleep.
On the level bosom of this vale more thickly the tall trees Grow, an' aneath quivering poplars and whispering alders Lethe's dreamy river throu' peaceful scenery windeth. Whereby now flitted in vast swarms many people of all lands, As when in early summer 'honey-bees on a flowery pasture Pill the blossoms, hurrying to' an' fro,-innumerous are they, Revisiting the ravish'd lily cups, while all the meadow hums.
Æneas was turn'd to the sight, and marvelling inquired, 710
Night's pallid orb, day's Sun, and all his starry coævals,
And what breedeth in Ocean aneath her surface of argent :
Nor dull'd by the body's framework condemn'd to corruption. Hence the desires and vain tremblings that assail them, unable
Poems in Classical Prosody
Darkly prison'd to arise to celestial exaltation;
Nor when death summoneth them anon earth-life to
Can they in all discard their stain, nor wholly away with
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A cottage built of native stone
A coy inquisitive spirit
After long sleep when Psyche first awoke
Again with pleasant green
Ah heavenly joy
Ah, what a change
All earthly beauty hath one cause
All women born
A man that sees by chance
Among the meadows.
And truly need there was.
Angel spirits of sleep.
An idle June day
A poppy grows upon the shore.
Ariel, O,-my angel, my own
Assemble, all ye maidens
At dead of unseen night
A thousand times hath in my heart's behoof
Awake, my heart, to be loved
A winter's night with the snow about
Away now, lovely Muse