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That thou should'st cheat the malice of the grave.
“No Spectre greets me,-no vain Shadow this; Come, blooming Hero, place thee by my side ! Give, on this well known couch, one nuptial kiss To me, this day, a second time thy bride!” Jove frowned in heaven: the conscious Parcæ
threw Upon those roseate lips a Stygian hue.
" This visage tells thee that my doom is past : Nor should the change be mourned, even if the
“ Be taught, O faithful Consort, to control
Ah, wherefore ?–Did not Hercules by force Wrest from the guardian Monster of the tomb Alcestis, a reanimated corse,
Given back to dwell on earth in vernal bloom ?
“But if thou goest, I follow-" “Peace!” he
An ampler ether, a diviner air,
day Earth knows, is all unworthy to survey. Yet there the Soul shall enter which hath
earned That privilege by virtue.--" III,” said he,
• T'he end of man's existence I discerned, Who from ignoble games and revelry Could draw, when we had parted, vain delight, While tears were thy best pastime, day and
night : And while my youthful peers before my eyes (Each hero following his peculiar bent) Prepared themıselves for glorious enterprise By martial sports,--or, seated in the tent, Chieftains and kings in council were detained ; What time the fleet at Aulis lay enchained.
The wished-for wind was given :-I then re.
volved The oracle, upon the silent sea; And, if no worthier led the
resolved That, of a thousand vessels, mine should be The foremost prow in pressing to the strand, Mine the first blood that tinged the Trojan
Yet bitter, oft-times bitter, was the pang
And Thou, though strong in love, art all too
weak In reason, in self-government too slow; I counsel thee by fortitude to seek Our blest re-union in the shades below. The invisible world with thee hath sympathised; Be thy affections raised and solemnised. Learn by a mortal yearning to ascendSeeking a higher object. Love was given, Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that end; For this the passion to excess was drivenThat self might be annulled: her bondage prove The fetters of a dream, opposed to love."
'tis vain :
years; And him no mortal effort can detain: Swift, toward the realms that know not earthly
day, He through the portal takes his silent way, And on the palace-floor a lifeless corse She
By no weak pity might the Gods be moved ;
-Yet tears to human suffering are due ;
And ever, when such stature they had gained