The many that are come to pay their rows
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* Be still the unimaginable lodgeFor solitary thinkings ; such as dodgeConception to tlie very bourne of heaven,Then leave the naked brain : be still the leaven,That spreadmg in tliis dull and clodded earth,Gives it a touch ethereal — a new birth :Be still A symbol of immensity ;A firmament reflected in a sea ;An element filling the space between ;An unknown — but no more : we humbly screenWith uplift hands our foreheads, lowly bending,And giving out a shout roost heaven-rending.Conjure thee to receive our humble Paean,Upon thy Mount Lycean 1 " Even while they brought the burden to a close,A shout from the whole multitude arose,That linger^ in tlie air like dying rollsOf Irrupt thunder, when Ionian shoalsOf dolphins bob tlieir noses through the brine.Meantune, on shady levels, mossy fine.Young companies nimbly began dancingTo the swift treble pipe, and humming string.Ay, those fair living forms swam heavenlyTo tunes forgotten — out of memory :Fair creatures ! whose young children's children bredThermopylae its heroes — not yet dead,But in old marbles ever beautiful.High genitors, unconscious did they cullTimers sweet first-fruits — they danced to weariness.And then in quiet circles did they pressThe hillock turf, and caught the latter endOf some strange history, potent to sendA young mind from its bodily tenement
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