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...his weakness as a man, as he has dor.e in these touching lines : — "His head was bound with pansics overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and...cypress cone, Round whose rude shaft dark ivytresses grow Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Yibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak...

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...his weakness as a man, as he has done in these touching lines : — "His head was bound with pansics overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue ; And a light spear, topped with -.. cypress cone, Round whose rude shaft dark ivytresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday...

...It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even while we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly...spear topped with a cypress cone, Round whose rude sheft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noon-day dew, Vibrated, as the ever- beating...

...a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ;• — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly...can burn in blood even while the heart may break.' We only ask our readers to contrast such passages as these from the poems of later life with representations...

...falling shower, A breaking billow ;— even while we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower " His head was bound with pansies, over-blown, And faded...spear topped with a cypress cone, Round whose rude sheft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noon-day dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating...

...It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ;— even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly...blue ; And a light spear topped with a cypress cone, Bound whose rude shaft dark ivy -tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noon-day dew, Vibrated,...

...is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly...can burn in blood, even while the heart may break. XXXIII. And a light spear topped with a cypress cone, Round whose rude shaft dark ivy tresses grew...

...is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is il not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly...can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.' ' Of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart, A herd-abandoned deer, struck by the hunter's...