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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,
And all day long
Shines bright and strong,
Upturns her matron eye-
young Eulalie Upturns her violet eye.
A gallant knight,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song, In search of Eldorado.
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,
“Shadow," said he,
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 !"
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
“Whose heart-strings are a lute;"
Of his voice, all mute.
In her highest noon,
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
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.