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"Her court was pure; her life serene;
"And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons, when to take
By shaping some august decree,
Which kept her throne unshaken still, Broad-based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea." MARCH, 1851.
WHERE Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-lieth.
At eve the beetle boometh
Athwart the thicket lone: At noon the wild bee hummeth
About the mossed headstone: At midnight the moon cometh
And looketh down alone. Her song the lintwhite swelleth, The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth, The callow throstle lispeth, The slumbrous wave outwelleth, The babbling runnel crispeth, The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low-lieth.
AIRY, fairy Lilian,
When my passion seeks Pleasance in love-sighs, She, looking through and through me Thoroughly to undo me,
Smiling, never speaks: So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple, From beneath her gathered wimple Glancing with black-beaded eyes, Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby-roses in her cheeks; Then away she flies.
Prithee weep, May Lilian! Gayety without eclipse Wearieth me, May Lilian : Through my very heart it thrilleth When from crimson-threaded lips Silver-treble laughter trilleth: Prithee weep, May Lilian.
Praying all I
Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee,
EYES not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed
Madonna-wise on either side her head;
Revered Isabel, the crown and head,
The intuitive decision of a bright
The mellowed reflex of a winter moon;
With swifter movement and in purer light
With clustered flower-bells and ambrosial orbs
Of rich fruit-bunches leaning on each other— Shadow forth thee :-the world hath not another (Though all her fairest forms are types of thee, And thou of God in thy great charity,) Of such a finished chastened purity.
"Mariana in the moated grange."-Measure for Measure.
WITH blackest moss the flower-plots
That held the peach to the garden-wall.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
Her tears fell with the dews at even;
Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;
When thickest dark did trance the sky,