Hero And Leander. - To S. T. Coleridge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBCCDCDEE FBFBGG G G HH IGIGJJ H K L MM H GNGOPP QPQPPP PJPJ PRPSTT G UVUVWW G JXJXWW G RGSGPP G PIPIYY G GZGZPP EA2EA2WW G GPP PWPWPP PPA2PPP WB2WB2PP G C2PC2PPP G GJGJ G D2 D2E2E2 G F2GF2GWW G PPPPGG G GPGPPP G CGCG G G2GG2GH2H2 G WI2WI2GG G P P YY G WGWGJ2J2 G PWPWGG G PWPWPP G VK2VK2YY G PGPGPP G GGGGWW G PPPPPP G PPPPPP G IPIPL2L2 G B2PB2PWW G PGPGM2M2 M2 GPGPWW M2 GGGGN2N2 M2 O2PO2PP2P2 M2 PM2PM2WW G Q2PQ2PGG G WGWGGG G GR2GR2WW G S2PS2PGG G WPWPO2O2 G PPPPPP M2 PJPJPP M2 GPPPII G WPWPGG G WGWGPP G PT2PT2PP G PGPGPP G U2GU2GGG G GGGGPP G FI2FI2GG G R2PR2PPP G GGGGGG G WGWGII G GPGPGG G S2YS2YWW G GE2GN2GG G E2PV2PGG G GGGGPP G GI2GI2WW G PGPGWW G GGGGU2U2 G GGGGGG G W2PW2PPP G GGGGPP G PWPWX2X2 G PGPGGG G GPGPPP G PGPGUU G GWGWI2I2 G WGWGV2V2 G WPWPGG G GWGWGG G S2Y2S2Y2I2I2 G GGGGPP G WZ2WZ2GG G PGPGPP G PGPGUU G PGPGI2I2 G S2WS2WWW G GGGGPP G GPGPPP S2 IS2IS2GG G GWGWGG G I2II2IPP G PPPPWW G GWGWWW G GPGPPP G S2PS2PGG G GGGGGG G GWGWPP G GPGPPP G PPPPPP G W2WW2WS2S2 G GGGGGG G GGGGPP G PPPPGG G GGGGEE G GPGPWW G WGWGS2S2 G GPGPGG G GN2GN2PP G S2GS2GPP G S2PS2PGG G WGWGPP G PGPGGG G GGGGPP G GYGYW2W2 G L2E2L2E2PP G PGPGS2S2 G GS2GS2GG G S2GS2GGG G I2WI2WS2S2 G S2ES2EII G A3PA3PPP G PGPGPP G GPGPL2L2 G PGPGWW G GGGGGG G GPGPPP G GPGPGG G L2PL2PI2I2 G GPGPPP| It is not with a hope my feeble praise | A |
| Can add one moment's honor to thy own | B |
| That with thy mighty name I grace these lays | A |
| I seek to glorify myself alone | B |
| For that some precious favor thou hast shown | B |
| To my endeavor in a bygone time | C |
| And by this token I would have it known | B |
| Thou art my friend and friendly to my rhyme | C |
| It is my dear ambition now to climb | C |
| Still higher in thy thought if my bold pen | D |
| May thrust on contemplations more sublime | C |
| But I am thirsty for thy praise for when | D |
| We gain applauses from the great in name | E |
| We seem to be partakers of their fame | E |
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| I | - |
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| Oh Bards of old What sorrows have ye sung | F |
| And tragic stories chronicled in stone | B |
| Sad Philomel restored her ravish'd tongue | F |
| And transform'd Niobe in dumbness shown | B |
| Sweet Sappho on her love forever calls | G |
| And Hero on the drown'd Leander falls | G |
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| II | - |
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| Was it that spectacles of sadder plights | G |
| Should make our blisses relish the more high | - |
| Then all fair dames and maidens and true knights | G |
| Whose flourish'd fortunes prosper in Love's eye | - |
| Weep here unto a tale of ancient grief | H |
| Traced from the course of an old bas relief | H |
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| There stands Abydos here is Sestos' steep | I |
| Hard by the gusty margin of the sea | G |
| Where sprinkling waves continually do leap | I |
| And that is where those famous lovers be | G |
| A builded gloom shot up into the gray | J |
| As if the first tall watch tow'r of the day | J |
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| IV | H |
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| Lo how the lark soars upward and is gone | K |
| Turning a spirit as he nears the sky | - |
| His voice is heard though body there is none | L |
| And rain like music scatters from on high | - |
| But Love would follow with a falcon spite | M |
| To pluck the minstrel from his dewy height | M |
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| V | H |
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| For Love hath framed a ditty of regrets | G |
| Tuned to the hollow sobbings on the shore | N |
| A vexing sense that with like music frets | G |
| And chimes this dismal burthen o'er and o'er | O |
| Saying Leander's joys are past and spent | P |
| Like stars extinguish'd in the firmament | P |
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| For ere the golden crevices of morn | Q |
| Let in those regal luxuries of light | P |
| Which all the variable east adorn | Q |
| And hang rich fringes on the skirts of night | P |
| Leander weaning from sweet Hero's side | P |
| Must leave a widow where he found a bride | P |
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| Hark how the billows beat upon the sand | P |
| Like pawing steeds impatient of delay | J |
| Meanwhile their rider ling'ring on the land | P |
| Dallies with love and holds farewell at bay | J |
| A too short span How tedious slow is grief | - |
| But parting renders time both sad and brief | - |
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| Alas he sigh'd that this first glimpsing light | P |
| Which makes the wide world tenderly appear | R |
| Should be the burning signal for my flight | P |
| From all the world's best image which is here | S |
| Whose very shadow in my fond compare | T |
| Shines far more bright than Beauty's self elsewhere | T |
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| IX | G |
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| Their cheeks are white as blossoms of the dark | U |
| Whose leaves close up and show the outward pale | V |
| And those fair mirrors where their joys did spark | U |
| All dim and tarnish'd with a dreary veil | V |
| No more to kindle till the night's return | W |
| Like stars replenish'd at Joy's golden urn | W |
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| X | G |
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| Ev'n thus they creep into the spectral gray | J |
| That cramps the landscape in its narrow brim | X |
| As when two shadows by old Lethe stray | J |
| He clasping her and she entwining him | X |
| Like trees wind parted that embrace anon | W |
| True love so often goes before 'tis gone | W |
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| XI | G |
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| For what rich merchant but will pause in fear | R |
| To trust his wealth to the unsafe abyss | G |
| So Hero dotes upon her treasure here | S |
| And sums the loss with many an anxious kiss | G |
| Whilst her fond eyes grow dizzy in her head | P |
| Fear aggravating fear with shows of dread | P |
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| XII | G |
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| She thinks how many have been sunk and drown'd | P |
| And spies their snow white bones below the deep | I |
| Then calls huge congregated monsters round | P |
| And plants a rock wherever he would leap | I |
| Anon she dwells on a fantastic dream | Y |
| Which she interprets of that fatal stream | Y |
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| XIII | G |
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| Saying That honied fly I saw was thee | G |
| Which lighted on a water lily's cup | Z |
| When lo the flower enamor'd of my bee | G |
| Closed on him suddenly and lock'd him up | Z |
| And he was smother'd in her drenching dew | P |
| Therefore this day thy drowning I shall rue | P |
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| XIV | - |
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| But next remembering her virgin fame | E |
| She clips him in her arms and bids him go | A2 |
| But seeing him break loose repents her shame | E |
| And plucks him back upon her bosom's snow | A2 |
| And tears unfix her iced resolve again | W |
| As steadfast frosts are thaw'd by show'rs of rain | W |
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| O for a type of parting Love to love | - |
| Is like the fond attraction of two spheres | G |
| Which needs a godlike effort to remove | - |
| And then sink down their sunny atmospheres | G |
| In rain and darkness on each ruin'd heart | P |
| Nor yet their melodies will sound apart | P |
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| XVI | - |
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| So brave Leander sunders from his bride | P |
| The wrenching pang disparts his soul in twain | W |
| Half stays with her half goes towards the tide | P |
| And life must ache until they join again | W |
| Now wouldst thou know the wideness of the wound | P |
| Mete every step he takes upon the ground | P |
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| XVII | - |
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| And for the agony and bosom throe | P |
| Let it be measured by the wide vast air | P |
| For that is infinite and so is woe | A2 |
| Since parted lovers breathe it everywhere | P |
| Look how it heaves Leander's laboring chest | P |
| Panting at poise upon a rocky crest | P |
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| From which he leaps into the scooping brine | W |
| That shocks his bosom with a double chill | B2 |
| Because all hours till the slow sun's decline | W |
| That cold divorcer will be 'twixt them still | B2 |
| Wherefore he likens it to Styx' foul tide | P |
| Where life grows death upon the other side | P |
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| XIX | G |
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| Then sadly he confronts his twofold toil | C2 |
| Against rude waves and an unwilling mind | P |
| Wishing alas with the stout rower's toil | C2 |
| That like a rower he might gaze behind | P |
| And watch that lonely statue he hath left | P |
| On her bleak summit weeping and bereft | P |
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| XX | G |
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| Yet turning oft he sees her troubled locks | G |
| Pursue him still the furthest that they may | J |
| Her marble arms that overstretch the rocks | G |
| And her pale passion'd hands that seem to pray | J |
| In dumb petition to the gods above | - |
| Love prays devoutly when it prays for love | - |
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| XXI | G |
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| Then with deep sighs he blows away the wave | - |
| That hangs superfluous tears upon his cheek | D2 |
| And bans his labor like a hopeless slave | - |
| That chain'd in hostile galley faint and weak | D2 |
| Plies on despairing through the restless foam | E2 |
| Thoughtful of his lost love and far off home | E2 |
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| XXII | G |
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| The drowsy mist before him chill and dank | F2 |
| Like a dull lethargy o'erleans the sea | G |
| When he rows on against the utter blank | F2 |
| Steering as if to dim eternity | G |
| Like Love's frail ghost departing with the dawn | W |
| A failing shadow in the twilight drawn | W |
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| XXIII | G |
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| And soon is gone or nothing but a faint | P |
| And failing image in the eye of thought | P |
| That mocks his model with an after paint | P |
| And stains an atom like the shape she sought | P |
| Then with her earnest vows she hopes to fee | G |
| The old and hoary majesty of sea | G |
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| XXIV | G |
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| O King of waves and brother of high Jove | G |
| Preserve my sumless venture there afloat | P |
| A woman's heart and its whole wealth of love | G |
| Are all embark'd upon that little boat | P |
| Nay but two loves two lives a double fate | P |
| A perilous voyage for so dear a freight | P |
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| XXV | G |
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| If impious mariners be stain'd with crime | C |
| Shake not in awful rage thy hoary locks | G |
| Lay by thy storms until another time | C |
| Lest my frail bark be dash'd against the rocks | G |
| O rather smooth thy deeps that he may fly | - |
| Like Love himself upon a seeming sky | - |
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| XXVI | G |
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| Let all thy herded monsters sleep beneath | G2 |
| Nor gore him with crook'd tusks or wreath d horns | G |
| Let no fierce sharks destroy him with their teeth | G2 |
| Nor spine fish wound him with their venom'd thorns | G |
| But if he faint and timely succor lack | H2 |
| Let ruthful dolphins rest him on their back | H2 |
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| XXVII | G |
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| Let no false dimpling whirlpools suck him in | W |
| Nor slimy quicksands smother his sweet breath | I2 |
| Let no jagg'd corals tear his tender skin | W |
| Nor mountain billows bury him in death | I2 |
| And with that thought forestalling her own fears | G |
| She drowned his painted image in her tears | G |
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| XXVIII | G |
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| By this the climbing Sun with rest repair'd | P |
| Look'd through the gold embrasures of the sky | - |
| And ask'd the drowsy world how she had fared | P |
| The drowsy world shone brighten'd in reply | - |
| And smiling off her fogs his slanting beam | Y |
| Spied young Leander in the middle stream | Y |
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| XXXI | G |
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| His face was pallid but the hectic morn | W |
| Had hung a lying crimson on his cheeks | G |
| And slanderous sparkles in his eyes forlorn | W |
| So death lies ambush'd in consumptive streaks | G |
| But inward grief was writhing o'er its task | J2 |
| As heart sick jesters weep behind the mask | J2 |
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| XXX | G |
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| He thought of Hero and the lost delight | P |
| Her last embracings and the space between | W |
| He thought of Hero and the future night | P |
| Her speechless rapture and enamor'd mien | W |
| When lo before him scarce two galleys' space | G |
| His thoughts confronted with another face | G |
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| XXXI | G |
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| Her aspect's like a moon divinely fair | P |
| But makes the midnight darker that it lies on | W |
| 'Tis so beclouded with her coal black hair | P |
| That densely skirts her luminous horizon | W |
| Making her doubly fair thus darkly set | P |
| As marble lies advantaged upon jet | P |
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| XXXII | G |
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| She's all too bright too argent and too pale | V |
| To be a woman but a woman's double | K2 |
| Reflected on the wave so faint and frail | V |
| She tops the billows like an air blown bubble | K2 |
| Or dim creation of a morning dream | Y |
| Fair as the wave bleached lily of the stream | Y |
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| XXXIII | G |
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| The very rumor strikes his seeing dead | P |
| Great beauty like great fear first stuns the sense | G |
| He knows not if her lips be blue or red | P |
| Nor of her eyes can give true evidence | G |
| Like murder's witness swooning in the court | P |
| His sight falls senseless by its own report | P |
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| XXXIV | G |
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| Anon resuming it declares her eyes | G |
| Are tint with azure like two crystal wells | G |
| That drink the blue complexion of the skies | G |
| Or pearls outpeeping from their silvery shells | G |
| Her polish'd brow it is an ample plain | W |
| To lodge vast contemplations of the main | W |
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| XXXV | G |
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| Her lips might corals seem but corals near | P |
| Stray through her hair like blossoms on a bower | P |
| And o'er the weaker red still domineer | P |
| And make it pale by tribute to more power | P |
| Her rounded cheeks are of still paler hue | P |
| Touch'd by the bloom of water tender blue | P |
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| XXXVI | G |
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| Thus he beholds her rocking on the water | P |
| Under the glossy umbrage of her hair | P |
| Like pearly Amphitrite's fairest daughter | P |
| Naiad or Nereid or Syren fair | P |
| Mislodging music in her pitiless breast | P |
| A nightingale within a falcon's nest | P |
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| XXXVII | G |
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| They say there be such maidens in the deep | I |
| Charming poor mariners that all too near | P |
| By mortal lullabies fall dead asleep | I |
| As drowsy men are poison'd through the ear | P |
| Therefore Leander's fears begin to urge | L2 |
| This snowy swan is come to sing his dirge | L2 |
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| XXXVIII | G |
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| At which he falls into a deadly chill | B2 |
| And strains his eyes upon her lips apart | P |
| Fearing each breath to feel that prelude shrill | B2 |
| Pierce through his marrow like a breath blown dart | P |
| Shot sudden from an Indian's hollow cane | W |
| With mortal venom fraught and fiery pain | W |
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| XXXIX | G |
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| Here then poor wretch how he begins to crowd | P |
| A thousand thoughts within a pulse's space | G |
| There seem'd so brief a pause of life allow'd | P |
| His mind stretch'd universal to embrace | G |
| The whole wide world in an extreme farewell | M2 |
| A moment's musing but an age to tell | M2 |
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| XL | M2 |
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| For there stood Hero widow'd at a glance | G |
| The foreseen sum of many a tedious fact | P |
| Pale cheeks dim eyes and wither'd countenance | G |
| A wasted ruin that no wasting lack'd | P |
| Time's tragic consequents ere time began | W |
| A world of sorrow in a tear drop's span | W |
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| XLI | M2 |
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| A moment's thinking is an hour in words | G |
| An hour of words is little for some woes | G |
| Too little breathing a long life affords | G |
| For love to paint itself by perfect shows | G |
| Then let his love and grief unwrong'd lie dumb | N2 |
| Whilst Fear and that it fears together come | N2 |
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| XLII | M2 |
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| As when the crew hard by some jutty cape | O2 |
| Struck pale and panick'd by the billow's roar | P |
| Lay by all timely measures of escape | O2 |
| And let their bark go driving on the shore | P |
| So fray'd Leander drifting to his wreck | P2 |
| Gazing on Scylla falls upon her neck | P2 |
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| XLIII | M2 |
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| For he hath all forgot the swimmer's art | P |
| The rower's cunning and the pilot's skill | M2 |
| Letting his arms fall down in languid part | P |
| Sway'd by the waves and nothing by his will | M2 |
| Till soon he jars against that glossy skin | W |
| Solid like glass though seemingly as thin | W |
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| XLIV | G |
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| Lo how she startles at the warning shock | Q2 |
| And straightway girds him to her radiant breast | P |
| More like his safe smooth harbor than his rock | Q2 |
| Poor wretch he is so faint and toil opprest | P |
| He cannot loose him from his grappling foe | G |
| Whether for love or hate she lets not go | G |
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| XLV | G |
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| His eyes are blinded with the sleety brine | W |
| His ears are deafen'd with the wildering noise | G |
| He asks the purpose of her fell design | W |
| But foamy waves choke up his struggling voice | G |
| Under the ponderous sea his body dips | G |
| And Hero's name dies bubbling on his lips | G |
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| XLVI | G |
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| Look how a man is lower'd to his grave | G |
| A yearning hollow in the green earth's lap | R2 |
| So he is sunk into the yawning wave | G |
| The plunging sea fills up the watery gap | R2 |
| Anon he is all gone and nothing seen | W |
| But likeness of green turf and hillocks green | W |
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| XLVII | G |
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| And where he swam the constant sun lies sleeping | S2 |
| Over the verdant plain that makes his bed | P |
| And all the noisy waves go freshly leaping | S2 |
| Like gamesome boys over the churchyard dead | P |
| The light in vain keeps looking for his face | G |
| Now screaming sea fowl settle in his place | G |
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| XLVIII | G |
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| Yet weep and watch for him though all in vain | W |
| Ye moaning billows seek him as ye wander | P |
| Ye gazing sunbeams look for him again | W |
| Ye winds grow hoarse with asking for Leander | P |
| Ye did but spare him for more cruel rape | O2 |
| Sea storm and ruin in a female shape | O2 |
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| XLIX | G |
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| She says 'tis love hath bribed her to this deed | P |
| The glancing of his eyes did so bewitch her | P |
| O bootless theft unprofitable meed | P |
| Love's treasury is sack'd but she no richer | P |
| The sparkles of his eyes are cold and dead | P |
| And all his golden looks are turn'd to lead | P |
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| She holds the casket but her simple hand | P |
| Hath spill'd its dearest jewel by the way | J |
| She hath life's empty garment at command | P |
| But her own death lies covert in the prey | J |
| As if a thief should steal a tainted vest | P |
| Some dead man's spoil and sicken of his pest | P |
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| LI | M2 |
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| Now she compels him to her deeps below | G |
| Hiding his face beneath her plenteous hair | P |
| Which jealously she shakes all round her brow | P |
| For dread of envy though no eyes are there | P |
| But seals' and all brute tenants of the deep | I |
| Which heedless through the wave their journeys keep | I |
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| LII | G |
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| Down and still downward through the dusky green | W |
| She bore him murmuring with joyous haste | P |
| In too rash ignorance as he had been | W |
| Born to the texture of that watery waste | P |
| That which she breathed and sigh'd the emerald wave | G |
| How could her pleasant home become his grave | G |
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| LIII | G |
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| Down and still downward through the dusky green | W |
| She bore her treasure with a face too nigh | G |
| To mark how life was alter'd in its mien | W |
| Or how the light grew torpid in his eye | G |
| Or how his pearly breath unprison'd there | P |
| Flew up to join the universal air | P |
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| LIV | G |
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| She could not miss the throbbings of his heart | P |
| Whilst her own pulse so wanton'd in its joy | T2 |
| She could not guess he struggled to depart | P |
| And when he strove no more the hapless boy | T2 |
| She read his mortal stillness for content | P |
| Feeling no fear where only love was meant | P |
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| LV | G |
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| Soon she alights upon her ocean floor | P |
| And straight unyokes her arms from her fair prize | G |
| Then on his lovely face begins to pore | P |
| As if to glut her soul her hungry eyes | G |
| Have grown so jealous of her arms' delight | P |
| It seems she hath no other sense but sight | P |
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| LVI | G |
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| But O sad marvel O most bitter strange | U2 |
| What dismal magic makes his cheek so pale | G |
| Why will he not embrace why not exchange | U2 |
| Her kindly kisses wherefore not exhale | G |
| Some odorous message from life's ruby gates | G |
| Where she his first sweet embassy awaits | G |
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| LVII | G |
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| Her eyes poor watchers fix'd upon his looks | G |
| Are grappled with a wonder near to grief | G |
| As one who pores on undecipher'd books | G |
| Strains vain surmise and dodges with belief | G |
| So she keeps gazing with a mazy thought | P |
| Framing a thousand doubts that end in nought | P |
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| LVIII | G |
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| Too stern inscription for a page so young | F |
| The dark translation of his look was death | I2 |
| But death was written in an alien tongue | F |
| And learning was not by to give it breath | I2 |
| So one deep woe sleeps buried in its seal | G |
| Which Time untimely hasteth to reveal | G |
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| LIX | G |
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| Meanwhile she sits unconscious of her hap | R2 |
| Nursing Death's marble effigy which there | P |
| With heavy head lies pillow'd in her lap | R2 |
| And elbows all unhinged his sleeking hair | P |
| Creeps o'er her knees and settles where his hand | P |
| Leans with lax fingers crook'd against the sand | P |
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| LX | G |
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| And there lies spread in many an oozy trail | G |
| Like glossy weeds hung from a chalky base | G |
| That shows no whiter than his brow is pale | G |
| So soon the wintry death had bleach'd his face | G |
| Into cold marble with blue chilly shades | G |
| Showing wherein the freezy blood pervades | G |
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| LXI | G |
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| And o'er his steadfast cheek a furrow'd pain | W |
| Hath set and stiffened like a storm in ice | G |
| Showing by drooping lines the deadly strain | W |
| Of mortal anguish yet you might gaze twice | G |
| Ere Death it seem'd and not his cousin Sleep | I |
| That through those creviced lids did underpeep | I |
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| LXII | G |
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| But all that tender bloom about his eyes | G |
| Is Death's own violets which his utmost rite | P |
| It is to scatter when the red rose dies | G |
| For blue is chilly and akin to white | P |
| Also he leaves some tinges on his lips | G |
| Which he hath kiss'd with such cold frosty nips | G |
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| LXIII | G |
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| Surely quoth she he sleeps the senseless thing | S2 |
| Oppress'd and faint with toiling in the stream | Y |
| Therefore she will not mar his rest but sing | S2 |
| So low her tune shall mingle with his dream | Y |
| Meanwhile her lily fingers task to twine | W |
| His uncrispt locks uncurling in the brine | W |
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| LXIV | G |
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| O lovely boy thus she attuned her voice | G |
| Welcome thrice welcome to a sea maid's home | E2 |
| My love mate thou shalt be and true heart's choice | G |
| How have I long'd such a twin self should come | N2 |
| A lonely thing till this sweet chance befell | G |
| My heart kept sighing like a hollow shell | G |
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| LXV | G |
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| Here thou shalt live beneath this secret dome | E2 |
| An ocean bow'r defended by the shade | P |
| Of quiet waters a cool emerald gloom | V2 |
| To lap thee all about Nay be not fray'd | P |
| Those are but shady fishes that sail by | G |
| Like antic clouds across my liquid sky | G |
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| LXVI | G |
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| Look how the sunbeam burns upon their scales | G |
| And shows rich glimpses of their Tyrian skins | G |
| They flash small lightnings from their vigorous tails | G |
| And winking stars are kindled at their fins | G |
| These shall divert thee in thy weariest mood | P |
| And seek thy hand for gamesomeness and food | P |
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| LXVII | G |
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| Lo those green pretty leaves with tassel bells | G |
| My flow'rets those that never pine for drouth | I2 |
| Myself did plant them in the dappled shells | G |
| That drink the wave with such a rosy mouth | I2 |
| Pearls wouldst thou have beside crystals to shine | W |
| I had such treasures once now they are thine | W |
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| LXVIII | G |
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| Now lay thine ear against this golden sand | P |
| And thou shalt hear the music of the sea | G |
| Those hollow tunes it plays against the land | P |
| Is't not a rich and wondrous melody | G |
| I have lain hours and fancied in its tone | W |
| I heard the languages of ages gone | W |
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| LXIX | G |
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| I too can sing when it shall please thy choice | G |
| And breathe soft tunes through a melodious shell | G |
| Though heretofore I have but set my voice | G |
| To some long sighs grief harmonized to tell | G |
| How desolate I fared but this sweet change | U2 |
| Will add new notes of gladness to my range | U2 |
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| LXX | G |
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| Or bid me speak and I will tell thee tales | G |
| Which I have framed out of the noise of waves | G |
| Ere now I have communed with senseless gales | G |
| And held vain colloquies with barren caves | G |
| But I could talk to thee whole days and days | G |
| Only to word my love a thousand ways | G |
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| - | |
| LXXI | G |
| - | |
| But if thy lips will bless me with their speech | W2 |
| Then ope sweet oracles and I'll be mute | P |
| I was born ignorant for thee to teach | W2 |
| Nay all love's lore to thy dear looks impute | P |
| Then ope thine eyes fair teachers by whose light | P |
| I saw to give away my heart aright | P |
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| LXXII | G |
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| But cold and deaf the sullen creature lies | G |
| Over her knees and with concealing clay | G |
| Like hoarding Avarice locks up his eyes | G |
| And leaves her world impoverish'd of day | G |
| Then at his cruel lips she bends to plead | P |
| But there the door is closed against her need | P |
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| - | |
| LXXIII | G |
| - | |
| Surely he sleeps so her false wits infer | P |
| Alas poor sluggard ne'er to wake again | W |
| Surely he sleeps yet without any stir | P |
| That might denote a vision in his brain | W |
| Or if he does not sleep he feigns too long | X2 |
| Twice she hath reach'd the ending of her song | X2 |
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| LXXIV | G |
| - | |
| Therefore 'tis time she tells him to uncover | P |
| Those radiant jesters and disperse her fears | G |
| Whereby her April face is shaded over | P |
| Like rainy clouds just ripe for showering tears | G |
| Nay if he will not wake so poor she gets | G |
| Herself must open those lock'd up cabinets | G |
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| LXXV | G |
| - | |
| With that she stoops above his brow and bids | G |
| Her busy hands forsake his tangled hair | P |
| And tenderly lift up those coffer lids | G |
| That she may gaze upon the jewels there | P |
| Like babes that pluck an early bud apart | P |
| To know the dainty color of its heart | P |
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| LXXVI | G |
| - | |
| Now picture one soft creeping to a bed | P |
| Who slowly parts the fringe hung canopies | G |
| And then starts back to find the sleeper dead | P |
| So she looks in on his uncover'd eyes | G |
| And seeing all within so drear and dark | U |
| Her own bright soul dies in her like a spark | U |
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| LXXVII | G |
| - | |
| Backward she falls like a pale prophetess | G |
| Under the swoon of holy divination | W |
| And what had all surpass'd her simple guess | G |
| She now resolves in this dark revelation | W |
| Death's very mystery oblivious death | I2 |
| Long sleep deep night and an entranced breath | I2 |
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| LXXVIII | G |
| - | |
| Yet life though wounded sore not wholly slain | W |
| Merely obscured and not extinguish'd lies | G |
| Her breath that stood at ebb soon flows again | W |
| Heaving her hollow breast with heavy sighs | G |
| And light comes in and kindles up the gloom | V2 |
| To light her spirit from its transient tomb | V2 |
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| LXXIX | G |
| - | |
| Then like the sun awaken'd at new dawn | W |
| With pale bewilder'd face she peers about | P |
| And spies blurr'd images obscurely drawn | W |
| Uncertain shadows in a haze of doubt | P |
| But her true grief grows shapely by degrees | G |
| A perish'd creature lying on her knees | G |
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| LXXX | G |
| - | |
| And now she knows how that old Murther preys | G |
| Whose quarry on her lap lies newly slain | W |
| How he roams all abroad and grimly slays | G |
| Like a lean tiger in Love's own domain | W |
| Parting fond mates and oft in flowery lawns | G |
| Bereaves mild mothers of their milky fawns | G |
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| LXXXI | G |
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| O too dear knowledge O pernicious earning | S2 |
| Foul curse engraven upon beauty's page | Y2 |
| Ev'n now the sorrow of that deadly learning | S2 |
| Ploughs up her brow like an untimely age | Y2 |
| And on her cheek stamps verdict of death's truth | I2 |
| By canker blights upon the bud of youth | I2 |
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| LXXXII | G |
| - | |
| For as unwholesome winds decay the leaf | G |
| So her cheeks' rose is perish'd by her sighs | G |
| And withers in the sickly breath of grief | G |
| Whilst unacquainted rheum bedims her eyes | G |
| Tears virgin tears the first that ever leapt | P |
| From those young lids now plentifully wept | P |
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| LXXXIII | G |
| - | |
| Whence being shed the liquid crystalline | W |
| Drops straightway down refusing to partake | Z2 |
| In gross admixture with the baser brine | W |
| But shrinks and hardens into pearls opaque | Z2 |
| Hereafter to be worn on arms and ears | G |
| So one maid's trophy is another's tears | G |
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| LXXXIV | G |
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| O foul Arch Shadow thou old cloud of Night | P |
| Thus in her frenzy she began to wail | G |
| Thou blank Oblivion blotter out of light | P |
| Life's ruthless murderer and dear love's bale | G |
| Why hast thou left thy havoc incomplete | P |
| Leaving me here and slaying the more sweet | P |
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| LXXXV | G |
| - | |
| Lo what a lovely ruin thou hast made | P |
| Alas alas thou hast no eye to see | G |
| And blindly slew'st him in misguided shade | P |
| Would I had lent my doting sense to thee | G |
| But now I turn to thee a willing mark | U |
| Thine arrows miss me in the aimless dark | U |
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| LXXXVI | G |
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| O doubly cruel twice misdoing spite | P |
| But I will guide thee with my helping eyes | G |
| Or walk the wide world through devoid of sight | P |
| Yet thou shalt know me by my many sighs | G |
| Nay then thou should'st have spared my roses false Death | I2 |
| And known Love's flow'r by smelling his sweet breath | I2 |
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| LXXXVII | G |
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| Or when thy furious rage was round him dealing | S2 |
| Love should have grown from touching of his skin | W |
| But like cold marble thou art all unfeeling | S2 |
| And hast no ruddy springs of warmth within | W |
| And being but a shape of freezing bone | W |
| Thy touching only turn'd my love to stone | W |
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| LXXXVIII | G |
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| And here alas he lies across my knees | G |
| With cheeks still colder than the stilly wave | G |
| The light beneath his eyelids seems to freeze | G |
| Here then since Love is dead and lacks a grave | G |
| O come and dig it in my sad heart's core | P |
| That wound will bring a balsam for its sore | P |
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| LXXXIX | G |
| - | |
| For art thou not a sleep where sense of ill | G |
| Lies stingless like a sense benumb'd with cold | P |
| Healing all hurts only with sleep's good will | G |
| So shall I slumber and perchance behold | P |
| My living love in dreams O happy night | P |
| That lets me company his banish'd spright | P |
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| XC | S2 |
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| O poppy Death sweet poisoner of sleep | I |
| Where shall I seek for thee oblivious drug | S2 |
| That I may steep thee in my drink and creep | I |
| Out of life's coil Look Idol how I hug | S2 |
| Thy dainty image in this strict embrace | G |
| And kiss this clay cold model of thy face | G |
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| XCI | G |
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| Put out put out these sun consuming lamps | G |
| I do but read my sorrows by their shine | W |
| O come and quench them with thy oozy damps | G |
| And let my darkness intermix with thine | W |
| Since love is blinded wherefore should I see | G |
| Now love is death death will be love to me | G |
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| XCII | G |
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| Away away this vain complaining breath | I2 |
| It does but stir the troubles that I weep | I |
| Let it be hush'd and quieted sweet Death | I2 |
| The wind must settle ere the wave can sleep | I |
| Since love is silent I would fain be mute | P |
| O death be gracious to my dying suit | P |
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| XCIII | G |
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| Thus far she pleads but pleading nought avails her | P |
| For Death her sullen burthen deigns no heed | P |
| Then with dumb craving arms since darkness fails her | P |
| She prays to heaven's fair light as if her need | P |
| Inspired her there were Gods to pity pain | W |
| Or end it but she lifts her arms in vain | W |
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| XCIV | G |
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| Poor gilded Grief the subtle light by this | G |
| With mazy gold creeps through her watery mine | W |
| And diving downward through the green abyss | G |
| Lights up her palace with an amber shine | W |
| There falling on her arms the crystal skin | W |
| Reveals the ruby tide that fares within | W |
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| XCV | G |
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| Look how the fulsome beam would hang a glory | G |
| On her dark hair but the dark hairs repel it | P |
| Look how the perjured glow suborns a story | G |
| On her pale lips but lips refuse to tell it | P |
| Grief will not swerve from grief however told | P |
| On coral lips or character'd in gold | P |
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| XCVI | G |
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| Or else thou maid safe anchor'd on Love's neck | S2 |
| Listing the hapless doom of young Leander | P |
| Thou would'st not shed a tear for that old wreck | S2 |
| Sitting secure where no wild surges wander | P |
| Whereas the woe moves on with tragic pace | G |
| And shows its sad reflection in thy face | G |
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| XCVII | G |
| - | |
| Thus having travell'd on and track'd the tale | G |
| Like the due course of an old bas relief | G |
| Where Tragedy pursues her progress pale | G |
| Brood here awhile upon that sea maid's grief | G |
| And take a deeper imprint from the frieze | G |
| Of that young Fate with Death upon her knees | G |
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| XCVIII | G |
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| Then whilst the melancholy Muse withal | G |
| Resumes her music in a sadder tone | W |
| Meanwhile the sunbeam strikes upon the wall | G |
| Conceive that lovely siren to live on | W |
| Ev'n as Hope whisper'd the Promethean light | P |
| Would kindle up the dead Leander's spright | P |
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| XCIX | G |
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| 'Tis light she says that feeds the glittering stars | G |
| And those were stars set in his heavenly brow | P |
| But this salt cloud this cold sea vapor mars | G |
| Their radiant breathing and obscures them now | P |
| Therefore I'll lay him in the clear blue air | P |
| And see how these dull orbs will kindle there | P |
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| C | G |
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| Swiftly as dolphins glide or swifter yet | P |
| With dead Leander in her fond arms' fold | P |
| She cleaves the meshes of that radiant net | P |
| The sun hath twined above of liquid gold | P |
| Nor slacks till on the margin of the land | P |
| She lays his body on the glowing sand | P |
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| CI | G |
| - | |
| There like a pearly waif just past the reach | W2 |
| Of foamy billows he lies cast Just then | W |
| Some listless fishers straying down the beach | W2 |
| Spy out this wonder Thence the curious men | W |
| Low crouching creep into a thicket brake | S2 |
| And watch her doings till their rude hearts ache | S2 |
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| CII | G |
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| First she begins to chafe him till she faints | G |
| Then falls upon his mouth with kisses many | G |
| And sometimes pauses in her own complaints | G |
| To list his breathing but there is not any | G |
| Then looks into his eyes where no light dwells | G |
| Light makes no pictures in such muddy wells | G |
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| CIII | G |
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| The hot sun parches his discover'd eyes | G |
| The hot sun beats on his discolor'd limbs | G |
| The sand is oozy whereupon he lies | G |
| Soiling his fairness then away she swims | G |
| Meaning to gather him a daintier bed | P |
| Plucking the cool fresh weeds brown green and red | P |
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| CIV | G |
| - | |
| But simple witted thief while she dives under | P |
| Another robs her of her amorous theft | P |
| The ambush'd fishermen creep forth to plunder | P |
| And steal the unwatch'd treasure she has left | P |
| Only his void impression dints the sands | G |
| Leander is purloin'd by stealthy hands | G |
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| CV | G |
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| Lo how she shudders off the beaded wave | G |
| Like Grief all over tears and senseless falls | G |
| His void imprint seems hollow'd for her grave | G |
| Then rising on her knees looks round and calls | G |
| On Hero Hero having learn'd this name | E |
| Of his last breath she calls him by the same | E |
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| CVI | G |
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| Then with her frantic hands she rends her hairs | G |
| And casts them forth sad keepsakes to the wind | P |
| As if in plucking those she plucked her cares | G |
| But grief lies deeper and remains behind | P |
| Like a barb'd arrow rankling in her brain | W |
| Turning her very thoughts to throbs of pain | W |
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| CVII | G |
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| Anon her tangled locks are left alone | W |
| And down upon the sand she meekly sits | G |
| Hard by the foam as humble as a stone | W |
| Like an enchanted maid beside her wits | G |
| That ponders with a look serene and tragic | S2 |
| Stunn'd by the mighty mystery of magic | S2 |
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| CVIII | G |
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| Or think of Ariadne's utter trance | G |
| Crazed by the flight of that disloyal traitor | P |
| Who left her gazing on the green expanse | G |
| That swallowed up his track yet this would mate her | P |
| Ev'n in the cloudy summit of her woe | G |
| When o'er the far sea brim she saw him go | G |
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| CIX | G |
| - | |
| For even so she bows and bends her gaze | G |
| O'er the eternal waste as if to sum | N2 |
| Its waves by weary thousands all her days | G |
| Dismally doom'd meanwhile the billows come | N2 |
| And coldly dabble with her quiet feet | P |
| Like any bleaching stones they wont to greet | P |
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| CX | G |
| - | |
| And thence into her lap have boldly sprung | S2 |
| Washing her weedy tresses to and fro | G |
| That round her crouching knees have darkly hung | S2 |
| But she sits careless of waves' ebb and flow | G |
| Like a lone beacon on a desert coast | P |
| Showing where all her hope was wreck'd and lost | P |
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| CXI | G |
| - | |
| Yet whether in the sea or vaulted sky | S2 |
| She knoweth not her lover's abrupt resort | P |
| So like a shape of dreams he left her eye | S2 |
| Winking with doubt Meanwhile the churls' report | P |
| Has throng'd the beach with many a curious face | G |
| That peeps upon her from its hiding place | G |
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| CXII | G |
| - | |
| And here a head and there a brow half seen | W |
| Dodges behind a rock Here on his hands | G |
| A mariner his crumpled cheeks doth lean | W |
| Over a rugged crest Another stands | G |
| Holding his harmful arrow at the head | P |
| Still check'd by human caution and strange dread | P |
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| CXIII | G |
| - | |
| One stops his ears another close beholder | P |
| Whispers unto the next his grave surmise | G |
| This crouches down and just above his shoulder | P |
| A woman's pity saddens in her eyes | G |
| And prompts her to befriend that lonely grief | G |
| With all sweet helps of sisterly relief | G |
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| CXIV | G |
| - | |
| And down the sunny beach she paces slowly | G |
| With many doubtful pauses by the way | G |
| Grief hath an influence so hush'd and holy | G |
| Making her twice attempt ere she can lay | G |
| Her hand upon that sea maid's shoulder white | P |
| Which makes her startle up in wild affright | P |
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| CXV | G |
| - | |
| And like a seal she leaps into the wave | G |
| That drowns the shrill remainder of her scream | Y |
| Anon the sea fills up the watery cave | G |
| And seals her exit with a foamy seam | Y |
| Leaving those baffled gazers on the beach | W2 |
| Turning in uncouth wonder each to each | W2 |
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| CXVI | G |
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| Some watch some call some see her head emerge | L2 |
| Wherever a brown weed falls through the foam | E2 |
| Some point to white eruptions of the surge | L2 |
| But she is vanish'd to her shady home | E2 |
| Under the deep inscrutable and there | P |
| Weeps in a midnight made of her own hair | P |
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| CXVII | G |
| - | |
| Now here the sighing winds before unheard | P |
| Forth from their cloudy caves begin to blow | G |
| Till all the surface of the deep is stirr'd | P |
| Like to the panting grief it hides below | G |
| And heaven is cover'd with a stormy rack | S2 |
| Soiling the waters with its inky black | S2 |
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| CXVIII | G |
| - | |
| The screaming fowl resigns her finny prey | G |
| And labors shoreward with a bending wing | S2 |
| Rowing against the wind her toilsome way | G |
| Meanwhile the curling billows chafe and fling | S2 |
| Their dewy frost still further on the stones | G |
| That answer to the wind with hollow groans | G |
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| - | |
| CXIX | G |
| - | |
| And here and there a fisher's far off bark | S2 |
| Flies with the sun's last glimpse upon its sail | G |
| Like a bright flame amid the waters dark | S2 |
| Watch'd with the hope and fear of maidens pale | G |
| And anxious mothers that upturn their brows | G |
| Freighting the gusty wind with frequent vows | G |
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| CXX | G |
| - | |
| For that the horrid deep has no sure path | I2 |
| To guide Love safe into his homely haven | W |
| And lo the storm grows blacker in its wrath | I2 |
| O'er the dark billow brooding like a raven | W |
| That bodes of death and widow's sorrowing | S2 |
| Under the dusky covert of his wing | S2 |
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| CXXI | G |
| - | |
| And so day ended But no vesper spark | S2 |
| Hung forth its heavenly sign but sheets of flame | E |
| Play'd round the savage features of the dark | S2 |
| Making night horrible That night there came | E |
| A weeping maiden to high Sestos' steep | I |
| And tore her hair and gazed upon the deep | I |
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| CXXII | G |
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| And waved aloft her bright and ruddy torch | A3 |
| Whose flame the boastful wind so rudely fann'd | P |
| That oft it would recoil and basely scorch | A3 |
| The tender covert of her sheltering hand | P |
| Which yet for Love's dear sake disdain'd retire | P |
| And like a glorying martyr braved the fire | P |
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| - | |
| CXXIII | G |
| - | |
| For that was love's own sign and beacon guide | P |
| Across the Hellespont's wide weary space | G |
| Wherein he nightly struggled with the tide | P |
| Look what a red it forges on her face | G |
| As if she blush'd at holding sucha light | P |
| Ev'n in the unseen presence of the night | P |
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| CXXIV | G |
| - | |
| Whereas her tragic cheek is truly pale | G |
| And colder than the rude and ruffian air | P |
| That howls into her ear a horrid tale | G |
| Of storm and wreck and uttermost despair | P |
| Saying Leander floats amid the surge | L2 |
| And those are dismal waves that sing his dirge | L2 |
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| CXXV | G |
| - | |
| And hark a grieving voice trembling and faint | P |
| Blends with the hollow sobbings of the sea | G |
| Like the sad music of a siren's plaint | P |
| But shriller than Leander's voice should be | G |
| Unless the wintry death had changed its tone | W |
| Wherefore she thinks she hears his spirit moan | W |
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| CXXVI | G |
| - | |
| For now upon each brief and breathless pause | G |
| Made by the raging winds it plainly calls | G |
| On Hero Hero whereupon she draws | G |
| Close to the dizzy brink that ne'er appals | G |
| Her brave and constant spirit to recoil | G |
| However the wild billows toss and toil | G |
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| CXXVII | G |
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| Oh dost thou live under the deep deep sea | G |
| I thought such love as thine could never die | P |
| If thou hast gain'd an immortality | G |
| From the kind pitying sea god so will I | P |
| And this false cruel tide that used to sever | P |
| Our hearts shall be our common home forever | P |
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| CXXVIII | G |
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| There we will sit and sport upon one billow | G |
| And sing our ocean ditties all the day | P |
| And lie together on the same green pillow | G |
| That curls above us with its dewy spray | P |
| And ever in one presence live and dwell | G |
| Like two twin pearls within the selfsame shell | G |
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| CXXIX | G |
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| One moment then upon the dizzy verge | L2 |
| She stands with face upturn'd against the sky | P |
| A moment more upon the foamy surge | L2 |
| She gazes with a calm despairing eye | P |
| Feeling that awful pause of blood and breath | I2 |
| Which life endures when it confronts with death | I2 |
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| CXXX | G |
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| Then from the giddy steep she madly springs | G |
| Grasping her maiden robes that vainly kept | P |
| Panting abroad like unavailing wings | G |
| To save her from her death The sea maid wept | P |
| And in a crystal cave her corse enshrined | P |
| No meaner sepulchre should Hero find | P |
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