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Standing alone a study in itself	A
How Shakespeare s volume glorifies my shelf	A
For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined	B
Like a great morning on the hills of mind	B
Sphered in the light of his creative powers	C
A wonder world inorbing this of ours	C
Gathers around us like the peopled haze	D
That wraps some roamer in a dream s wild ways	D
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Lean fatal hags ride in the troubled air	E
And wing d immortals meet us everywhere	E
These of a silken loveliness that shows	F
Like the dim beauty of a moonlit rose	F
Lined rigidly as sculptured iron those	F
Lo Now futurity uplifts her veil	G
And pours her phantom kings before the tyrant pale	G
Now in the moon s quick glimpses gleaming cold	H
A mail clad monarch s spectral form behold	H
Whilst like to echoes from oblivion s coast	I
Comes the dread speech of the unquiet ghost	I
Turn we a page oh For some charm to save	J
That meek mad maiden from her early grave	J
Sweets to the sweet with the sad queen we groan	K
As o er her shroud the votive flowers are thrown	K
We see how wild a death the best may die	L
And dash the sacred teardrops from our eye	L
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But seek we surer matter knowledge hard	M
With ethics such as time schooled minds regard	M
Or such as breathing the soul s fervour primes	N
Our piety or our moral faith sublimes	N
How many a noble page is shared between	O
Wit fancy prudence in her sagest mien	O
And that high wisdom which informs us still	P
Heaven shapes our ends rough hew them how we will	P
And shows though vain and erring human nature	Q
Is yet a pile of half angelic stature	Q
Material yet ethereal both though each	R
Soul quickening matter as thought quickens speech	R
A body built of clay a mind of godlike reach	R
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And constantly some vital moral shines	N
Like sunlight in the current of his lines	N
Ambition s worshipper in Casear s death	S
May see how mortal is mere glory s breath	S
And learn from Richard s spectre haunted hour	Q
To loathe the ghastliness of godless power	Q
The princely spendthrift seeing Timon s end	T
May grow to doubt the too too flattering friend	T
And if he hate when he with anger starts	N
The heartlessness of fashionable hearts	N
Hence let him learn to be though rich the sure	U
And generous helper of the struggling poor	V
Even Shylock s bond must show how soon or late	W
Contempt imperils in begetting hate	W
The sire may learn to curb that rival scorn	X
Whose blasting rage let Juliet die forlorn	X
The child be chastened by the filial tear	E
Shed for the wrongs that maddened royal Lear	Y
When in the scenic agony we find	B
Distempered matter and distempered mind	B
Nature s wild roar and the yet wilder speech	R
Of mightiest human woe each storming into each	R
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But if to loftier teaching disinclined	B
We would as sometimes mirth in all things find	B
Let Falstaff then be our companion fit	Z
And wrap us in the mad delight of wit	Z
Or let Malvolio cross gartered show	A2
To what strange lengths man s vanity may go	A2
Or learn we once for all in Touchstone s school	B2
How shrewd that knave is who can play the fool	B2
Or does our mirth was scornful Pistol then	C2
Shall prove what scarecrows often rank as men	C2
By dint of a big martialness of tone	K
Loud like a drum s from hollowness alone	K
Is our mood fierce Another leaf shall yield	D2
Meet matter storying some old battle field	D2
With all its wrack of passion let at large	E2
The gathering huddle the close thundering charge	E2
The death shrieks drowning in the exultant shout	F2
Of victory flooding like a deluge out	F2
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But hating scenes of violence and crime	G2
Would we to Innocence devote the time	G2
Behold how spotless from this world of guile	H2
Is she who waves us to yon magic isle	H2
Miranda lovely e en to Caliban	K
That hag born lump faced mockery of man	K
With injured virtue would we mingle tears	N
Lo Katherine or Hermione appears	N
Would we condole with lonely Love O then	K
Behold that mortal angel Imogen	K
With joyous goodness thirst we to rejoice	N
Belmont is vocal with its Portia s voice	N
Would we be spiced with lady wit One kiss	N
In fancy from the bee like Beatrice	N
Stingingly sweet have we the grace to snatch it	Z
Shall make us Benedicts and lo We catch it	Z
In woody Arden let us wander wild	I2
With buoyant Rosalind and Celia mild	I2
Or with the melancholy Jaques plain	K
How blind is fortune yet how worthless gain	K
Gain or of gold or glory both a jest	J2
Merely a solemn mockery at best	J2
Then roam we on in thought to join afar	K2
Those princely revellers in green Navarre	K2
Taking for joy s completeness in our round	L2
The shepherd feast that glads Bohemian ground	L2
To talk with Perdita of flowers from whose	N
Soft dropping words as from a shower of dews	N
They borrow fresher scents and still diviner hues	N
Would we be solaced with a song Sweet lays	N
That breathe the innocence of olden days	N
Like drops of liquid gold all through and through	M2
the glorious volume sparkle into view	M2
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How oft in Austral woods the parting day	N2
Has gone through western golden gates away	N2
While sweetest Shakespeare fancy s darling child	I2
Warbled for me his native woodnotes wild	I2

Charles Harpur

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