Ademse nor thei" lestate.

Anong tay mightier ferngs here are nine.
Roine of pears, 200gh iv, yet full of se

If thon hast ever seen me 206 eiate,

Hear me not; but faimly I have borne
Good, and reserved my pride against the hate
Which shall not wheim me, let me not have worn
This iron in my soul in vain-shall they not mourn!

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CXXXII.

And thou, who never yet of human wrong
Left the unbalanced scale, great Nemesis ! 69
Here, where the ancient paid thee homage long-
Thou, who didst call the Furies from the abyss,
And round Orestes bade them howl and hiss
For that unnatural retribution-just,

Had it but been from hands less near-in this
Thy former realm, I call thee from the dust!
Dost thou not hear my heart?-Awake! thou shalt,
and must.

CXXXIII.

It is not that I may not have incurr'd

For my ancestral faults or mine the wound

I bleed withal, and, had it been conferr'd

With a just weapon, it had flow'd unbound;

But now my blood shall not sink in the ground:

To thee I do devote it-thou shalt take

The vengeance, which shall yet be sought and found, Which if I have not taken for the sake

But let that pass-I sleep, but thou shalt yet awake.

CXXXIV.

And if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now
I shrink from what is suffer'd: let him speak
Who hath beheld decline upon my brow,
Or seen my mind's convulsion leave it weak;
But in this page a record will I seek.

Not in the air shall these my words disperse,
Though I be ashes; a far hour shall wreak
The deep prophetic fulness of this verse,

And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse!

CXXXV.

That curse shall be Forgiveness.-Have I notHear me, my mother Earth! behold it, Heaven !— Have I not had to wrestle with my lot?

Have I not suffer'd things to be forgiven?

Have I not had my brain sear'd, my heart riven,
Hopes sapp'd, name blighted, Life's life lied away?
And only not to desperation driven,
Because not altogether of such clay

As rots into the souls of those whom I survey.

CXXXVI.

From mighty wrongs to petty perfidy

Have I not seen what human things could do? From the loud roar of foaming calumny To the small whisper of the as paltry few, And subtler venom of the reptile crew, The Janus glance of whose significant eye, Learning to lie with silence, would seem true, And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh, Deal round to happy fools its speechless obloquy.70

CXXXVII.

But I have lived, and have not lived in vain :
My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire,
And my frame perish even in conquering pain;
But there is that within me which shall tire
Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire;
Something unearthly, which they deem not of,
Like the remember'd tone of a mute lyre,
Shall on their soften'd spirits sink, and move
In hearts all rocky now the late remorse of love.