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Night and her stars again!

I am as one who on the brink
Of a dark river stands and sees
The waters flow, the landscape dim
Around him waver, wheel, and swim,
And, ere he plunges, stops to think
Into what he may sink;
One moment pauses, and no more,
Then madly plunges from the shore!

Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter a cloud for her person.

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ELECTRA

IN THE PLAY

CLYTEMNESTRA, _Queen of Argos and Mycenae; widow of Agamemnon_.

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As we pass the summer stream without danger

That floods in winter, king of all the plain,

Rendering farmers' hopes and shepherds' vain,

In his proud flight, sinking fields in water:

As we see coward creatures at the slaughter

Outrage the dead lion after his brave reign,

Staining their jaws, revealing their disdain,

Daring their enemy bereft of power:

And as the least valiant Greeks at Troy

With brave Hector's corpse were wont to toy,

So those whose heads once used to bow,

When to Roman triumph they were drawn,

On dusty tombs exact their vengeance now,

The daring the conqueror's scorn.

Three years she grew in sun and shower;
Then Nature said, "A flower
On earth was never sown;
This child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
A lady of my own.

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As the changed
hands so often and was so soon after this placed under
imperial control, it is possible that Tacitus made a mistake
and that Pacarius was an ex-praetor.

'Tis yours the heart to heal;
Your strength uplifts the poor man's horn;
Inspired by you, the soldier's steel,
The monarch's crown, he laughs to scorn.

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"But yff wythe bloode and slaughter thou
Beginne thy infante reigne,
Thy crowne uponne thy brows
Wylle never long remayne.

The pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.

In all that I have said I am simply concerned with
my own mental attitude towards life as a whole; and I feel that not to be
ashamed of having been is one of the first points I must attain
to, for the sake of my own perfection, and because I am so imperfect.

_ How didst thou the plague-fear of death?

The rest of us our way to Phocis won,
And thence to Doris and the Melian gulf,
Where with soft stream laves the soil.

Losing a very large imperial army to a

tempore quo primum uestis mihi tradita pura est, 15
cum aetas florida uer ageret,
multa satis lusi: non est dea nescia nostri,
quae dulcem curis miscet amaritiem:
sed totum hoc studium luctu fraterna mihi mors
abstulit.

I say, as if this little flower
To Eden in --
What then?

He who for empire at Pharsalia threw,
Reddening its beauteous plain with civil gore,
As Pompey's corse his conquering soldiers bore,
Wept when the well-known features met his view:
The shepherd youth, who fierce Goliath slew,
Had long rebellious children to deplore,
And bent, in grief, the brave Saul o'er
His shame and fall when proud Gilboa knew:
But you, whose cheek with pity never paled,
Who still have shields at hand to guard you well
Against Love's bow, which shoots its darts in vain,
Behold me by a thousand deaths assail'd,
And yet no tears of thine compassion tell,
But in those bright eyes anger and disdain.

Like one beloved the scene had lent
To the dark water's breast
Its every leaf and lineament _95
With that clear truth expressed;

There lay far glades and neighbouring lawn,
And through the dark green crowd
The white sun twinkling like the dawn
Under a cloud.

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Let kings command and do the best they may,
The saucy still will bear the sway.

But she, the child, knew not the solemn words,
And suddenly yielded to a wailing,
As helpless as the cry of frightened birds
Whose untried wings for flight are unavailing.

The reason of the variety of arrangement is, I suppose, this: The
_Funerall Elegie_ was probably, as Chambers suggests, the first part
of the poem, composed in 1610.

Not then this world's wild joys had been
To me one savage hunting scene,
My sole delight the race,
And frantic hurry of the chase;
To start, pursue, and bring to bay,
Rush in, drag down, and rend my prey,
Then--from the carcase turn away!

Let us bathe in this light!