For how can I thy words believe, When even God thou didst deceive ?

A sea of lies art thou,

our sin Only a drop that sea within."

“Not so," said Satan, “I serve God, His angel now, and now his rod.

In tempting I both bless and curse,
Make good men better, bad men worse.
Good coin is mixed with bad, my brother,
I but distinguish one from the other."
“Granted,” the Caliph said, “but still
You never tempt to good, but ill.
Tell then the truth, for well I know
You come as my most deadly foe."
Loud laughed the fiend. “You know me well

Therefore my purpose I will tell.
If you had missed your prayer, I knew
A swift repentance would ensue.

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Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air ;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuli
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.


I cannot trust your counsel, friend,
It surely hides some wicked end."

Said Satan, “Near the throne of God,
In ages past, we devils trod;
Angels of light, to us 't was given
To guide each wandering foot to heaven.
Not wholly lost is that first love,
Nor those pure tastes we knew above.

Roaming across a continent,
The Tartar moves his shifting tent,

But never quite forgets the day
When in his father's arms he lay ;

So we, once bathed in love divine,
Recall the taste of that rich wine.

God's finger rested on my brow,
That magic touch, I feel it now!

I fell, 't is true -0, ask not why,
For still to God I turn my eye.

It was a chance by which I fell,
Another takes me back from hell.

'T was but my envy of mankind,

envy of a loving mind.

Jealous of men, I could not bear
God's love with this new race to share.

But yet God's tables open stand,
His guests flock in from every land ;

Some kind act toward the race of men
May toss us into heaven again.

A game of chess is all we see,
And God the player, pieces we.

White, black -queen, pawn, -- 't is all the same,
For on both sides he plays the game.

Moved to and fro, from good to ill,
We rise and fall as suits his will."

The Caliph said, “If this be so,
I know not, but thy guile I know ;


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To wither like the blossom in the bud, In anguish, in the ghastliness of death ; Those of a wife, a mother; leaving there Hers nevermore to leave those mournful walls, A cheerless void, a chill as of the grave, Even on her bier.

A languor and a lethargy of soul, "T is over ; and the rite, Death-like, and gathering more and more, till With all its pomp and harmony, is now

Death Floating before her. She arose at home, Comes to release thee. Ah ! what now to thee, To be the show, the idol of the day ;

What now to thee the treasures of thy youth? Her vesture gorgeous, and her starry head, As nothing! No rocket, bursting in the midnight sky, So dazzling. When to-morrow she awakes, She will awake as though she still was there, Still in her father's house; and lo, a cell

IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON. Narrow and dark, naught through the gloom discerned,

IPULGENEIA, when she heard her doom Naught save the crucifix and rosary,

At Aulis, and when all beside the king And the gray habit lying by to shroud

Had gone away, took his right hand, and said: Her beauty and grace.

“O father! I am young and very happy. When on her knees she fell, I do not think the pious Calchas heard Entering the solemn place of consecration, Distinctly what the goddess spake; old age And from the latticed gallery came a chant

Obscures the senses. If my nurse, who knew Of psalms, most saint-like, most angelical, My voice so well, sometimes misunderstood, Verse after verse sung out, how holily!

While I was resting on her knee both arms, The strain returning, and still, still returning, And hitting it to make her mind my words, Methought it acted like a spell upon her, And looking in her face, and she in mine, And she was casting off her earthly dross ; Might not he, also, hear one word amiss, Yet was it sad and sweet, and, ere it closed, Spoken from so far off, even from Olympus ?" Came likea dirge. When her fair head was shorn, The father placed his cheek upon her head, And the long tresses in her hands were laid, And tears dropt down it; but the king of men That she might fling them from her, saying, Replied not. Then the maiden spake once more: “Thus,

“O father ! sayest thou nothing? Hearest thou Thus I renounce the world and worldly things !". not When, as she stood, her bridal ornaments Me, whom thou ever hast, until this hour, Were one by one removed, even to the last, Listened to fondly, and awakened me That she might say, flinging them from her, To hear my voice amid the voice of birds, "Thus,

When it was inarticulate as theirs, Thus I renounce the world !” When all was And the down deadened it within the nest ?" changed,

He moved her gently from him, silent still ; And as a nun in homeliest guise she knelt, And this, and this alone, brought tears from het, Veiled in her veil, crowned with her silver crown, / Although she saw fate nearer. Then with sighs : Her crown of lilies as the spouse of Christ, “I thought to have laid down my hair before Well might herstrength forsake her, and her knees Benignant Artemis, and not dimmed Fail in that hour! Well might the holy man, Her polished altar with my virgin blood; He at whose foot she knelt, give as by stealth I thought to have selected the white flowers ('T was in her utmost need ; nor, while she lives, To please the nymphs, and to have asked of each Will it go from her, fleeting as it was)

By name, and with no sorrowful regret, That faint but fatherly smile, that smile of love Whether, since both my parents willed the change, And pity!

I might at Hymen's feet bend my clipt hrow; Like a dream the whole is fled ; And (after these who mind us girls the most) And they that came in idleness to gaze

Adore our own Athene, that she would Upon the victim dressed for sacrifice

Regard me mildly with her azure eyes, Are mingling with the world ; thou in thy cell But, father, to see you no more, and see Forgot, Teresa ! Yet among them all

Your love, O father ! go ere I am gone !" None were so formed to love and to be loved, Gently he moved her off, and drew her back, None to delight, adorn ; and on thee now Bending his lofty head far over hers; A curtain, blacker than the night, is dropped And the dark depths of nature heaved and burst. Forever! In thy gentle bosom sleep

He turned away, — not far, but silent still. Feelings, affections, destined now to die; She now first shuddered ; for in him, so nich,

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