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Till that o'ergrown Barbarian in the East Transgress his ample bound to some new
Cries to Thee, 'Lord, how long shall these things be?
How long this icy-hearted Muscovite Oppress the region?' Us, O Just and Good,
Forgive, who smiled when she was torn in three;
Us, who stand now, when we should aid the right
A matter to be wept with tears of blood!
CARESS'D or chidden by the slender hand,
And run thro' every change of sharp and flat;
And Fancy came and at her pillow sat, When Sleep had bound her in his rosy band,
And chased away the still-recurring gnat, And woke her with a lay from fairy land. But now they live with Beauty less and less,
For Hope is other Hope and wanders far, Nor cares to lisp in love's delicious creeds; And Fancy watches in the wilderness, Poor Fancy sadder than a single star, That sets at twilight in a land of reeds.
THE form, the form alone is eloquent!
And win all eyes with all accomplish
Yet in the whirling dances as we went, My fancy made me for a moment blest To find my heart so near the beauteous breast
That once had power to rob it of content. A moment came the tenderness of tears, The phantom of a wish that once could
A ghost of passion that no smiles re
For ah! the slight coquette, she cannot love,
A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves,
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
As he rode down to Camelot :
All in the blue unclouded weather
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
As he rode down to Camelot.
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
IN the stormy east-wind straining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
And down the river's dim expanse
Did she look to Camelot.