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Or hollowing one hand against his

ear,

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To list a foot-fall, ere he saw The wood-nymph, stay'd the Ausonian king to hear

Of wisdom and of law.

Or over hills with peaky tops engrail'd,

And many a tract of palm and rice,

The throne of Indian Cama slowly sail'd

A summer fann'd with spice.

Or sweet Europa's mantle blew unclasp'd,

From off her shoulder backward borne ;

From one hand droop'd a crocus; one hand grasp'd

The mild bull's golden horn.

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Or else flush'd Ganymede, his rosy thigh

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great bells

Began to chime. throne;

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She took her To mimic heaven; and clapt her hands and cried,

She sat betwixt the shining oriels,

To sing her songs alone.

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And thro' the topmost oriels' colored flame

Two godlike faces gazed below; Plato the wise, and large-brow'd

Verulam,

The first of those who know.

And all those names that in their

motion were

Full-welling

change,

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fountain-heads of O Godlike isolation which art mine, I can but count thee perfect gain,

Betwixt the slender shafts were bla- What time I watch the darkening

zon'd fair

droves of swine

In diverse raiment strange;

That range on yonder plain.

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You thought to break a country hear
For pastime, ere you went to town
At me you smiled, but unbeguiled
I saw the snare, and I retired;
The daughter of a hundred earls,
You are not one to be desired.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

I know you proud to bear your name, Your pride is yet no mate for mine, Too proud to care from whence

came.

Nor would I break for your sweet sak A heart that dotes on truer charms. A simple maiden in her flower

Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

Some meeker pupil you must find, For, were you queen of all that is,

I could not stoop to such a mind. You sought to prove how I could love, And my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

You put strange memories in my head.

Not thrice your branching limes have blown

Since I beheld young Laurence dead. O, your sweet eyes, your low replies! A great enchantress you may be; But there was that across his throat Which you had hardly cared to see.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere,

When thus he met his mother's view, She had the passions of her kind,

She spake some certain truths of you. Indeed I heard one bitter word

That scarce is fit for you to hear; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.

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