A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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Hua., sweet spir it, bear the spell,
Lest n blacker ch11rm compel!
So 11hall the midnight. breezes swell
With thy deep, long-lingering knell,
And at evening evermore,
In a chapel on the ahore 1
Shall the chanters, sad and saintly,
Yellow tapen burning faintly,
Doleful maaeea cha.nt for thee,
M.iaerere, Domine I
Hark! the cadence dies away
On the yellow moonlight sea :
The boatmen rest their oars and say,
Miserere, Domme l
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F&ED him with jonquils and anemones,
With jasmines, myrtles, roaea where be lies ;
Let o.ll your kieaea melt upon his mouth,
.Balm-winds, fresh breathing from the tropic South 1
Myrrh, C&!ISia, nutmeg-trees of Ceylon lave
Him in yo11r odoun, fan him as ye wave,
0 golden palma I and thou, wild tamarind-tree,
Drool? thy long sprays, careu him balmily ;
Ye crcmeon cactue-tlowers, that nimble bees
Vainl_r "xplore, oppresa not his mild eyes ;
0 sleep-diffusing poppies, ram not down
Your heavy juice; nor, sable cypre!!8, frown
On hiru t•eposing; silver lime-tlowers, pour
Faillt,·atarlike incena!Hiropa from your full stare;
Sweet pansies pillow him; thy pipe, 0 Pan,
Blow with t\ mellow strain, thy syrinx blow;
Our darling is delivet''d from hie woe,
Freed from the he.te of love-regardleaa man,
Our darling is not dead, he lie~b here,
Where the blind 1 groping earth-worm finds him not.
.Aa water-liliea mourn the fading year,
Fond hea.rte deplore him on the earth. No epot
Defiles the crystal purent~aa of hia fame.
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