By doubt, propelled thee to the fatal shore;

Thou found'st-and I forgive thee-here thou art-
A nobler counsellor than my poor heart.

"But thou, though capable of sternest deed,

Wert kind as resolute, and good as brave;

And he, whose power restores thee, hath decreed
Thou should'st elude the malice of the grave:
Redundant are thy locks, thy lips as fair
As when their breath enriched Thessalian air.

"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!"

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Jove frown'd in heaven; the conscious Parcæ threw
Upon those roseate lips a Stygian hue.

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"This visage tells me that my doom is past;

Nor should the change be mourned, even if the joys
Of sense were able to return as fast

'Ah, wherefore ?-Did not Hercules by force Wrest from the guardian monster of the tomb Alcestis, a reamimated corse,

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Given back to dwell on earth in vernal bloom?
Medea's spells dispersed the weight of years,
And Æson stood a youth 'mid youthful peers.

"The gods to us are merciful-and they Yet further may relent; for mightier far

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Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway
Of magic, potent over sun and star,

Is love-though oft to agony distrest,

And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's breast.

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"But if thou goest, 1 follow- "Peace," he said

She looked upon him and was calmed and cheered;

The ghastly colour from his lips had fled;

And fields invested with purpureal gleams,

Climes which the sun, who sheds the brightest day
Earth knows, is all unworthy to survey.

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)

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Prepared themselves 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 revolved The oracle upon the silent sea;

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And, if no worthier led the way, resolved

That, of a thousand vessels, mine should be
The foremost prow in pressing to the strand,-

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Mine the first blood that tinged the Trojan sand.

"Yet bitter, ofttimes bitter, was the pang When of thy loss I thought, beloved wife; On thee too fondly did my memory hang,

And on the joys we shared in mortal life,—

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The paths which we had trod-these fountains,-flowers;
My new-planned cities, and unfinished towers.

"But should suspense permit the foe to cry, 'Behold, they tremble !-haughty their array, Yet of their number no one dares to die'?In soul I swept the indignity away:

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Old frailties then recurred:--but lofty thought,

In act embodied, my deliverance wrought.

"And thou, though strong in love, art all too weak

Round the dear shade she would have clung-'tis vain :

The hours are past,-too brief had they been years;

And him no mortal effort can detain :

Swift, toward the realms that know not earthly day,

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He through the portal takes his silent way,
And on the palace-floor a lifeless corse she lay.

Thus, all in vain exhorted and reproved,
She perished; and, as for a wilful crime
By the just gods whom no weak pity moved,
Was doomed to wear out her appointed time,
Apart from happy ghosts, that gather flowers
Of blissful quiet 'mid unfading bowers.

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Yet tears to human suffering are due;
And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown

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Are mourned by man, and not by man alone,

As fondly he believes.-Upon the side
Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained)
A knot of spiry trees for ages grew
From out the tomb of him for whom she died
And ever, when such stature they had gained
That Ilium's walls were subject to their view,
The trees' tall summits withered at the sight-
A constant interchange of growth and blight!

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As men's have grown from sudden fears:

My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil,
But rusted with a vile repose,

For they have been a dungeon's spoil,

And mine has been the fate of those

To whom the goodly earth and air
Are bann'd, and barr'd-forbidden fare;
But this was for my father's faith
I suffer'd chains and courted death;
That father perish'd at the stake
For tenets he would not forsake;
And for the same his lineal race
In darkness found a dwelling-place;
We were seven-who now are one,
Six in youth, and one in age,
Finish'd as they had begun,
Proud of Persecution's rage;
One in fire, and two in field,

Their belief with blood have seal'd,

Dying as their father died,

For the God their foes denied ;
Three were in a dungeon cast,

Of whom this wreck is left the last.

II.

There are seven pillars of Gothic mould
In Chillon's dungeons deep and old,