To gallop off to town post-haste,
So oft, the times I cannot tell;
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Once the Emperor Charles of Spain,
With his swarthy, grave commanders,
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Here rest the weary oar! -- soft airs
Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;
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They made the warrior's grave beside
The dashing of his native time:
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From the river's plashy bank,
Where the sedge grows green and rank,
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Causa la vista el artificio humano, etc.
The works of human artifice soon tire
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Under the walls of Monterey
At daybreak the bugles began to play,
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It was fifty years ago
In the pleasant month of May,
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Under Mount Etna he lies,
It is slumber, it is not death;
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Garlands upon his grave
And flowers upon his hearse,
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No sound of wheels or hoof-beat breaks
The silence of the summer day,
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Warm and still is the summer night,
As here by the river's brink I wander;
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Once more, once more, Inarimé,
I see thy purple hills!--once more
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O lovely river of Yvette!
O darling river! like a bride,
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On St. Bavon's tower, commanding
Half of Flanders, his domain,
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Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet,
His chestnut steed with four white feet,
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In St. Luke's Gospel we are told
How Peter in the days of old
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From this high portal, where upsprings
The rose to touch our hands in play,
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Hence away, begone, begone,
Carking care and melancholy!
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When first in ancient time, from Jubal's tongue
The tuneful anthem filled the morning air,
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Slowly the hour-hand of the clock moves round;
So slowly that no human eye hath power
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Leafless are the trees; their purple branches
Spread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral,
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This song of mine
Is a Song of the Vine,
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Have you read in the Talmud of old,
In the Legends the Rabbins have told
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When Mazarvan the Magician
Journeyed westward through Cathay,
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A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks,
A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,
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How much of my young heart, O Spain,
Went out to thee in days of yore!
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In that building, long and low,
With its windows all a-row,
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THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.
Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of the
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Am I a king, that I should call my own
This splendid ebon throne?
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