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FRAGMENTS
Jove's Eagle Asleep
I saw, through his eyelids, the might of his eyes.River of Life
Those waters you hear,Yet see not—they flow so invisibly clear.
Night
Shedder of secret tearsFelt upon unseen pillows—shade of Death!
The Sun and Moon
Father of light—and she, its mother mild.The Moon
Sometimes she riseth from her shroudLike the pale apparition of a sun.
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Mercury
That bantam Mercury, with feathered heels.A Lady
She sighed
And paleness came, like moonlight, o'er her face.
And paleness came, like moonlight, o'er her face.
She was like an angel in mosaic,
Made up of many-coloured virtues.
Made up of many-coloured virtues.
A friendless heart is like a hollow shell,
That sighs o'er its own emptiness.
That sighs o'er its own emptiness.
He lay with a dead passion on his face,
Like a storm stiffen'd in ice.
Like a storm stiffen'd in ice.
Sometimes Hope
Singeth so plaintively, 'tis like Despair.
Singeth so plaintively, 'tis like Despair.
Her smile can make dull Melancholy grow
Transparent to the secret hope below.
Transparent to the secret hope below.
Morning
Surely this is the birthday of no grief
That dawns so pleasantly along the skies!
That dawns so pleasantly along the skies!
The lusty Morn
Cometh, all flushed, and singing, from a feast
Of wine and music in the odorous East
Cometh, all flushed, and singing, from a feast
Of wine and music in the odorous East
The sun unglues
The crimson leaves of Morning, that doth lie,
Like a streaked rosebud in the orient sky.
The crimson leaves of Morning, that doth lie,
Like a streaked rosebud in the orient sky.
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