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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
On either side storming the giant wallsOf Caucasus with leagues of climbing foam,(Less, from my height, than flakes of downy snow,)That draw back baffled but to hurl again,Snatched up in wrath and horrible turmoil,Mountain on mountain, as the Titans erst,My brethren, scaling the high seat of Jove,Heaved Pelion upon Ossa's shoulders broad,In vain emprise. The moon will come andWith her monotonous vicissitude;Once beautiful, when I was free to walkAmong my fellows, and to interchangeThe influence benign of loving eyes,But now by aged use grown wearisome;—False thought! most false! for how could I endureThese crawling centuries of lonely woeUnshamed by weak complaining, but for thee,Loneliest, save me, of all created things,Mild-eyed Astarte, my best comforter,With thy pale smile of sad benignity?
Year after year will pass away and seem
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