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I	A
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THE LAST GLEN	B
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Hist once more	C
Listen Pausanias Aye 'tis Callicles	D
I know those notes among a thousand Hark	E
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CALLICLES	D
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Sings unseen from below	F
The track winds down to the clear stream	G
To cross the sparkling shallows there	H
The cattle love to gather on their way	I
To the high mountain pastures and to stay	I
Till the rough cow herds drive them past	J
Knee deep in the cool ford for 'tis the last	J
Of all the woody high well water'd dells	D
On Etna and the beam	G
Of noon is broken there by chestnut boughs	D
Down its steep verdant sides the air	H
Is freshen'd by the leaping stream which throws	D
Eternal showers of spray on the moss'd roots	D
Of trees and veins of turf and long dark shoots	D
Of ivy plants and fragrant hanging bells	D
Of hyacinths and on late anemonies	D
That muffle its wet banks but glade	K
And stream and sward and chestnut trees	D
End here Etna beyond in the broad glare	H
Of the hot noon without a shade	K
Slope behind slope up to the peak lies bare	H
The peak round which the white clouds play	I
In such a glen on such a day	I
On Pelion on the grassy ground	L
Chiron the aged Centaur lay	I
The young Achilles standing by	A
The Centaur taught him to explore	C
The mountains where the glens are dry	A
And the tired Centaurs come to rest	M
And where the soaking springs abound	L
And the straight ashes grow for spears	D
And where the hill goats come to feed	N
And the sea eagles build their nest	M
He show'd him Phthia far away	I
And said O boy I taught this lore	C
To Peleus in long distant years	D
He told him of the Gods the stars	D
The tides and then of mortal wars	D
And of the life which heroes lead	O
Before they reach the Elysian place	D
And rest in the immortal mead	N
And all the wisdom of his race	D
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II	A
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TYPHO	P
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He advances to the edge of the crater Smoke	Q
and fire break forth with a loud noise and	R
CALLICLES is heard below singing	S
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The lyre's voice is lovely everywhere	H
In the court of Gods in the city of men	B
And in the lonely rock strewn mountain glen	B
In the still mountain air	H
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Only to Typho it sounds hatefully	I
To Typho only the rebel o'erthrown	B
Through whose heart Etna drives her roots of stone	B
To imbed them in the sea	D
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Wherefore dost thou groan so loud	T
Wherefore do thy nostrils flash	U
Through the dark night suddenly	D
Typho such red jets of flame	V
Is thy tortur'd heart still proud	T
Is thy fire scath'd arm still rash	U
Still alert thy stone crush'd frame	V
Doth thy fierce soul still deplore	C
The ancient rout by the Cilician hills	D
And that curst treachery on the Mount of Gore	C
Do thy bloodshot eyes still see	D
The fight that crown'd thy ills	D
Thy last defeat in this Sicilian sea	D
Hast thou sworn in thy sad lair	H
Where east the strong sea currents suck'd thee down	B
Never to cease to writhe and try to sleep	W
Letting the sea stream wander through thy hair	H
That thy groans like thunder deep	W
Begin to roll and almost drown	B
The sweet notes whose lulling spell	I
Gods and the race of mortals love so well	I
When through thy eaves thou hearest music swell	I
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But an awful pleasure bland	X
Spreading o'er the Thunderer's face	D
When the sound climbs near his seat	Y
The Olympian council sees	D
As he lets his lax right hand	X
Which the lightnings doth embrace	D
Sink upon his mighty knees	D
And the eagle at the beck	Z
Of the appeasing gracious harmony	D
Droops all his sheeny brown deep feather'd neck	Z
Nestling nearer to Jove's feet	Y
While o'er his sovereign eye	A
The curtains of the blue films slowly meet	Y
And the white Olympus peaks	D
Rosily brighten and the sooth'd Gods smile	I
At one another from their golden chairs	D
And no one round the charm d circle speaks	D
Only the loved Hebe bears	D
The cup about whose draughts beguile	I
Pain and care with a dark store	C
Of fresh pull'd violets wreath'd and nodding o'er	A2
And her flush'd feet glow on the marble floor	C
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III	A
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MARSYAS	D
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CALLICLES from below	I
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As the sky brightening south wind clears the day	I
And makes the mass'd clouds roll	I
The music of the lyre blows away	I
The clouds that wrap the soul	I
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Oh that Fate had let me see	D
That triumph of the sweet persuasive lyre	B2
That famous final victory	D
When jealous Pan with Marsyas did conspire	A2
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When from far Parnassus' side	C2
Young Apollo all the pride	C2
Of the Phrygian flutes to tame	V
To the Phrygian highlands came	V
Where the long green reed beds sway	I
In the rippled waters grey	I
Of that solitary lake	D2
Where Maeander's springs are born	B
Where the ridg'd pine wooded roots	D
Of Messogis westward break	D2
Mounting westward high and higher	A2
There was held the famous strife	P
There the Phrygian brought his flutes	D
And Apollo brought his lyre	B2
And when now the westering sun	B
Touch'd the hills the strife was done	B
And the attentive Muses said	O
'Marsyas thou art vanquish d '	-
Then Apollo's minister	A2
Hang'd upon a branching fir	A2
Marsyas that unhappy Faun	B
And began to whet his knife	P
But the Maenads who were there	H
Left their friend and with robes flowing	S
In the wind and loose dark hair	H
O'er their polish'd bosoms blowing	S
Each her ribbon'd tambourine	B
Flinging on the mountain sod	E2
With a lovely frighten'd mien	B
Came about the youthful God	E2
But he turn'd his beauteous face	D
Haughtily another way	I
From the grassy sun warm'd place	D
Where in proud repose he lay	I
With one arm over his head	O
Watching how the whetting sped	O
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But aloof on the lake strand	X
Did the young Olympus stand	X
Weeping at his master's end	F2
For the Faun had been his friend	F2
For he taught him how to sing	S
And he taught him flute playing	S
Many a morning had they gone	B
To the glimmering mountain lakes	D
And had torn up by the roots	D
The tall crested water reeds	D
With long plumes and soft brown seeds	D
And had carved them into flutes	D
Sitting on a tabled stone	B
Where the shoreward ripple breaks	D
And he taught him how to please	D
The red snooded Phrygian girls	D
Whom the summer evening sees	D
Flashing in the dance's whirls	D
Underneath the starlit trees	D
In the mountain villages	D
Therefore now Olympus stands	D
At his master's piteous cries	D
Pressing fast with both his hands	D
His white garment to his eyes	D
Not to see Apollo's scorn	B
Ah poor Faun poor Faun ah poor Faun	B
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IV	P
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APOLLO	I
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CALLICLES front below	I
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Through the black rushing smoke bursts	D
Thick breaks the red flame	V
All Etna heaves fiercely	D
Her forest cloth'd frame	V
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Not here O Apollo	I
Are haunts meet for thee	D
But where Helicon breaks down	B
In cliff to the sea	D
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Where the moon silver'd inlets	D
Send far their light voice	D
Up the still vale of Thisbe	A
O speed and rejoice	D
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On the sward at the cliff top	G2
Lie strewn the white flocks	D
On the cliff side the pigeons	D
Roost deep in the rocks	D
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In the moonlight the shepherds	D
Soft lull'd by the rills	D
Lie wrapt in their blankets	D
Asleep on the hills	D
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What forms are these coming	S
So white through the gloom '	-
What garments out glistening	S
The gold flower'd broom	H2
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What sweet breathing presence	D
Out perfumes the thyme	I2
What voices enrapture	A2
The night's balmy prime	I2
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'Tis Apollo comes leading	S
His choir the Nine	B
The leader is fairest	J2
But all are divine	B
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They are lost in the hollows	D
They stream up again	B
What seeks on this mountain	B
The glorified train	B
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They bathe on this mountain	B
In the spring by their road	K2
Then on to Olympus	D
Their endless abode	K2
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Whose praise do they mention	B
Of what is it told	L2
What will be for ever	A2
What was from of old	L2
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First hymn they the Father	A2
Of all things and then	B
The rest of immortals	D
The action of men	B
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The day in his hotness	D
The strife with the palm	M2
The night in her silence	D
The stars in their calm	M2