To Ianthe:
Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd;
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Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains
Of one
Who possessed Beauty
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I
Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
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I.
Come, blue-eyed maid of heaven!-but thou, alas!
Didst never yet one mortal song inspire-
Goddess of Wisdom! here thy temple was
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Titan! to whose immortal eyes
The sufferings of mortality,
Seen in their sad reality,
Were not as things that gods despise;
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Thy days are done, thy fame begun;
Thy country's strains record
The triumphs of her chosen Son,
The slaughter of his sword!
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Away, away, ye notes of woe!
Be silent, thou once soothing strain,
Or I must flee from hence--for, oh!
I dare not trust those sounds again.
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I
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter,"
And proved it--'twas no matter what he sald:
They say his system 'tis in vain to batter,
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My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor grew it white
In a single night,
As men's have grown from sudden fears:
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'Tis time the heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!
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