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Can vie with the modest Eulalie's

Most unregarded curlCan compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's

Most humble and careless curl.

Now Doubt-now Pain

Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,

And all day long

Shines bright and strong,
Astarté within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie

Upturns her matron eye-
While ever to her

young Eulalie Upturns her violet eye.

ELDORADO.

Gaily bedight,

A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,

Had journeyed long,

Singing a song, In search of Eldorado.

But he

grew

oldThis knight so boldAnd o'er his heart a shadow

Fell as he found

No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength

Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-

“Shadow," said he,
" Where can it be-

This land of Eldorado ?”

“ Over the Mountains

Of the Moon,

Down the Valley of the Shadow,

Ride, boldly ride,"

The shade replied, “If you seek for Eldorado !"

ISRAFEL.*

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell

“Whose heart-strings are a lute;"
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell)
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell

Of his voice, all mute.

Tottering above

In her highest noon,
The enamoured moon

Blushes with love,

* And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweetest voice of all God's creatures.-KORAN.

While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.

And they say (the starry choir

And the other listening things) That Israfeli's fire Is owing to that lyre

By which he sits and singsThe trembling living wire

Of those unusual strings.

But the skies that angel trod,

Where deep thoughts are a dutyWhere Love's a grown up God

Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty

Which we worship in a star.

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