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Since but the children of the gods, like them, Suffer not age.
Menelaus. Hast thou more words?
As the young maids who sing to Artemis:
Helen! speak honestly, And thus escape my vengeance-was it
That bore thee off?
O do not strike.
Helen. Lest I look up and see you wroth and sad,
Against my will; O! how against my will They know above, they who perhaps can pity.
Menelaus. They shall not save thee.
Menelaus. Touch not my hand.-Easily
Helen. Easy are all things, do but thou command.
The poet's heart: while that heart
Into near Memory's more quiet shade
Rush back into his bosom; all the strength
Of genius can not draw them into light From under mastering Grief; but Memory,
The Muse's mother, nurses, rears them up, Informs, and keeps them with her all her days. 1853.
YEARS, MANY PARTI-COLORED
YEARS, many parti-colored years,
Some have crept on, and some have flown
Since first before me fell those tears
I WONDER NOT THAT YOUTH REMAINS
I wonder not that Youth remains
With you, wherever else she flies: Where could she find such fair domains. Where bask beneath such sunny eyes? 1853.
MANY love music but for music's sake, Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half-dead,
And rise to follow where she loves to lead.
What various feelings come from days gone by!
What tears from far-off sources dim the eye!
Few, when light fingers with sweet voices play
And melodies swell, pause, and melt
ON SOUTHEY'S DEATH
FRIENDS! hear the words my wandering thoughts would say, And cast them into shape some other day. Southey, my friend of forty years, is
gone, And, shattered by the fall, I stand alone. 1858.
THERE is a flower I wish to wear,
THE THREE ROSES1
WHEN the buds began to burst,
(Rose from that same stem) have told
1858. LATELY OUR SONGSTERS LOITERED IN GREEN LANES LATELY our songsters loiter'd in green lanes,
Content to catch the ballads of the plains;
I fancied I had strength enough to climb
A loftier station at no distant time, And might securely from intrusion doze Upon the flowers thro' which Ilissus flows.
1 See pages 428 and 441. "Rose the Third " the daughter of "the Second Rose," and thus the grand-niece of Rose Aylmer.