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Thy foes had girt thee with their dead array	A
O stately Alexandra yet the sound	B
Of mirth and music at the close of day	A
Swelled from thy splendid fabrics far around	B
O'er camp and wave Within the royal hall	C
In gay magnificence the feast was spread	D
And brightly streaming from the pictured wall	C
A thousand lamps their trembling lustre shed	D
O'er many a column rich with precious dyes	E
That tinge the marble's vein 'neath Afric's burning skies	E
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And soft and clear that wavering radiance played	F
O'er sculptured forms that round the pillared scene	G
Calm and majestic rose by art arrayed	F
In goldlike beauty awfully serene	G
Oh how unlike the troubled guests reclined	H
Round that luxurious board in every face	I
Some shadow from the tempest of the mind	H
Rising by fits the searching eye might trace	I
Though vainly masked in smiles which are not mirth	J
But the proud spirit's veil thrown o'er the woes of earth	J
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Their brows are bound with wreaths whose transient bloom	K
May still survive the wearers and the rose	L
Perchance may scarce be withered when the tomb	K
Receives the mighty to its dark repose	L
The day must dawn on battle and may set	M
In death but fill the mantling wine cup high	N
Despair is fearless and the Fates e'en yet	M
Lend her one hour for parting revelry	O
They who the empire of the world possessed	P
Would taste its joys again ere all exchanged for rest	P
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Its joys oh mark yon proud triumvir's mien	G
And read their annals on that brow of care	Q
'Midst pleasure's lotus bowers his steps have been	R
Earth's brightest pathway led him to despair	Q
Trust not the glace that fain would yet inspire	S
The buoyant energies of days gone by	N
There is delusion in its meteor fire	T
And all within is shame is agony	O
Away the tear in bitterness may flow	U
But there are smiles which bear a stamp of deeper woe	U
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Thy cheek is sunk and faded as thy fame	V
O lost devoted Roman yet thy brow	W
To that ascendant and undying name	V
Pleads with stern loftiness that right e'en now	W
Thy glory is departed but hath left	X
A lingering light around thee in decay	A
Not less than kingly though of all bereft	X
Thou seem'st as empire had not passed away	A
Supreme in ruin teaching hearts elate	Y
A deep prophetic dread of still mysterious fate	Y
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But thou enchantress queen whose love hath made	F
His desolation thou art by his side	Z
In all thy sovereignty of charms arrayed	F
To meet the storm with still unconquered pride	Z
Imperial being e'en though many a stain	A2
Of error be upon thee there is power	T
In thy commanding nature which shall reign	A2
O'er the stern genius of misfortune's hour	T
And the dark beauty of thy troubled eye	N
E'en now is all illumed with wild sublimity	Z
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Thine aspect all impassioned wears a light	Z
Inspiring and inspired thy cheek a dye	N
Which rises not from joy but yet is bright	Z
With the deep glow of feverish energy	O
Proud siren of the Nile thy glance is fraught	Z
With an immortal fire in every beam	B2
It darts there kindles some heroic thought	Z
But wild and awful as a sibyl's dream	B2
For though with death hast communed to attain	A2
Dread knowledge of the pangs that ransom from the chain	A2
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And the stern courage by such musings lent	Z
Daughter of Afric o'er thy beauty throws	L
The grandeur of a regal spirit blent	Z
With all the majesty of mighty woes	L
While he so fondly fatally adored	Z
Thy fallen Roman gazes on thee yet	Z
Till scarce the soul that once exulting soared	Z
Can deem the day star of its glory set	Z
Scarce his charmed heart believes that power can be	O
In sovereign fate o'er him thus fondly loved by thee	O
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But there is sadness in the eyes around	Z
Which marked that ruined leader and survey	A
His changeful mien whence oft the gloom profound	Z
Strange triumph chases haughtily away	A
'Fill the bright goblet warrior guests ' he cries	E
'Quaff ere we part the generous nectar deep	C2
Ere sunset gild once more the western skies	E
Your chief in cold forgetfulness may sleep	C2
While sounds of revel float o'er shore and sea	O
And the red bowl again is crowned but not for me	O
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'Yet weep not thus the struggle is not o'er	T
O victors of Philippi many a field	Z
Hath yielded palms to us one effort more	D2
By one stern conflict must our doom be sealed	Z
Forget not Romans o'er a subject world	Z
How royally your eagle's wing hath spread	Z
Though from his eyrie of dominion hurled	Z
Now bursts the tempest on his crested head	Z
Yet sovereign still if banished from the sky	N
The sun's indignant bird he must not droop but die '	-
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The feast is o'er 'Tis night the dead of night	Z
Unbroken stillness broods o'er earth and deep	C2
From Egypt's heaven of soft and starry light	Z
The moon looks cloudless o'er a world of sleep	C2
For those who wait the morn's awakening beams	E2
The battle signal to decide their doom	K
Have sunk to feverish rest and troubled dreams	E2
Rest that shall soon be calmer in the tomb	K
Dreams dark and ominous but	Z
there	Q
to cease	F2
When sleep the lords of war in solitude and peace	F2
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Wake slumberers wake Hark heard ye not a sound	Z
Of gathering tumult Near and nearer still	G2
Its murmur swells Above below around	Z
Bursts a strange chorus forth confused and shrill	G2
Wake Alexandria through thy streets the tread	Z
Of steps unseen is hurrying and the note	Z
Of pipe and lyre and trumpet wild and dread	Z
Is heard upon the midnight air to float	Z
And voices clamorous as in frenzied mirth	J
Mingle their thousand tones which are not of the earth	J
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These are no mortal sounds their thrilling strain	A2
Hath more mysterious power and birth more high	N
And the deep horror chilling every vein	A2
Owns them of stern terrific augury	Q
Beings of worlds unknown ye pass away	A
O ye invisible and awful throng	H2
Your echoing footsteps and resounding lay	A
To Caesar's camp exulting move along	H2
Thy gods forsake thee Antony the sky	N
By that dread sign reveals thy doom 'Despair and die '	-

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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