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I am the comforter of them that mourn	A
My scenes well shadowed and my carol sweet	B
Cheer the poor passengers of life's rude bourne	A
Till they are sheltered in that last retreat	B
Where human toils and troubles are forgot	C
These sounds I heard amid this mortal road	D
When I had reached with pain one pleasant spot	C
So that for joy some tears in silence flowed	D
I raised mine eyes sickness had long depressed	E
And felt thy warmth O sun come cheering to my breast	E
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The storm of night had ceased upon the plain	F
When thoughtful in the forest walk I strayed	G
To the long hollow murmur of the main	F
Listening and to the many leaves that made	G
A drowsy cadence as the high trees waved	H
When straight a beauteous scene burst on my sight	I
Smooth were the waters that the lowland laved	I
And lo a form as of some fairy sprite	I
Who held in her right hand a budding spray	J
And like a sea maid sung her sweetly warbled lay	J
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Soothing as steals the summer wave she sung	K
The grisly phantoms of the night are gone	L
To hear in shades forlorn the death bell rung	K
But thou whom sickness hast left weak and wan	M
Turn from their spectre terrors the green sea	N
That whispers at my feet the matin gale	O
That crisps its shining marge shall solace thee	N
And thou my long forgotten voice shalt hail	O
For I am Hope whom weary hearts confess	P
The soothest sprite that sings on life's long wilderness	Q
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As slowly ceased her tender voice I stood	I
Delighted the hard way so lately passed	I
Seemed smooth the ocean's bright extended flood	I
Before me stretched the clouds that overcast	I
Heaven's melancholy vault hurried away	J
Driven seaward and the azure hills appeared	I
The sunbeams shone upon their summits gray	J
Strange saddening sounds no more by fits were heard	I
But birds in new leaves shrouded sung aloft	I
And o'er the level seas Spring's healing airs blew soft	I
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As when a traveller who many days	R
Hath journeyed 'mid Arabian deserts still	S
A dreary solitude far on surveys	R
And met nor flitting bird nor gushing rill	S
But near some marble ruin gleaming pale	O
Sighs mindful of the haunts of cheerful man	T
And thinks he hears in every sickly gale	O
The bells of some approaching caravan	T
At length emerging o'er the dim tract sees	U
Damascus' golden fanes and minarets and trees	U
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So beat my bosom when my winding way	J
Led through the thickets to a sheltered vale	O
Where the fair syren sat a smooth clear bay	J
Skirted with woods appeared where many a sail	O
Went shining o'er the watery surface still	S
Lessening at last in the gray ocean flood	I
And yonder half way up the fronting hill	S
Peeping from forth the trees a cottage stood	I
Above whose peaceful umbrage trailing high	V
A little smoke went up and stained the cloudless sky	V
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I turned and lo a mountain seemed to rise	W
Upon whose top a spiry citadel	X
Lifted its dim seen turrets to the skies	W
Where some high lord of the domain might dwell	X
And onward where the eye scarce stretched its sight	I
Hills over hills in long succession rose	Y
Touched with a softer and yet softer light	I
And all was blended as in deep repose	Y
The woods the sea the hills that shone so fair	Z
Till woods and sea and hills seemed fading into air	Z
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At once methought I saw a various throng	A2
To this enchanting spot their footsteps bend	I
All drawn sweet Hope by thy inspiring song	A2
Which melodies scarce mortal seem to blend	I
First buxom Youth with cheeks of glowing red	I
Came lightly tripping o'er the morning dew	I
He wore a harebell garland on his head	I
And stretched his hands at the bright bursting view	I
A mountain fawn went bounding by his side	I
Around whose slender neck a silver bell was tied	I
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Then said I Mistress of the magic song	A2
Oh pity 'twere that hearts that know no guile	B2
Should ever feel the pangs of truth or wrong	A2
She heeded not but sang with lovelier smile	B2
Enjoy O youth the season of thy May	J
Hark how the throstles in the hawthorn sing	C2
The hoary Time that resteth night nor day	J
O'er the earth's shade may speed with noiseless wing	C2
But heed not thou snatch the brief joys that rise	W
And sport beneath the light of these unclouded skies	W
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His fine eye flashing an unwonted fire	D2
Then Fancy o'er the glade delighted went	I
He struck at times a small and silver lyre	E2
Or gazed upon the rolling element	I
Sometimes he took his mirror which did show	F2
The various landscape lovelier than the life	G2
Beaming more bright the vivid tints did glow	F2
And so well mingled was the colours' strife	G2
That the fond heart the beauteous shades once seen	H2
Would sigh for such retreats for vales and woods so green	H2
	-
Gay was his aspect and his airy vest	I
As loose it flowed such colours did display	J
As paint the clouds reposing in the west	I
Or the moist rainbow's radiant arch inlay	J
And now he tripped like fairy of the wood	I
And seemed with dancing spirits to rejoice	I2
And now he hung his head in pensive mood	I
Meantime O Hope he listened to thy voice	I2
And whilst of joy and youth it cheerly sung	K
He touched his answering harp and o'er the valley sprung	K
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Pleasure a frolic nymph to the glad sound	I
Came dancing as all tears she might forget	I
And now she gazed with a sweet archness round	I
And wantonly displayed a silken net	I
She won her way with fascinating air	Z
Her eyes illumined with a tender light	I
Her smile's strange blandishment her shaded hair	Z
That lengthening hung her teeth as ivory white	I
That peeped from her moist lip seemed to inspire	E2
Tumultuous wishes warm and dreams of fond desire	D2
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What softer passions did thy bosom move	J2
When those melodious measures met thine ear	K2
Child of Sincerity and virtuous Love	L2
Thine eyes did shine beneath a blissful tear	Z
That still were turned towards the tranquil scene	H2
Where the thin smoke rose from the embowered cot	I
And thou didst think that there with smile serene	H2
In quiet shades and every pang forgot	I
Thou mightest sink on pure Affection's breast	I
And listen to the winds that whispered thee to rest	I
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I thought O Love how seldom art thou found	I
Without annoyance in this earthly state	I
For haply thou dost feed some rankling wound	I
Or on thy youth pale poverty doth wait	I
Till years on heavy wing have rolled away	J
Or where thou most didst hope firm faith to see	N
Thou meetest fickleness estranged and cold	I
Or if some true and tender heart there be	N
On which through every change thy soul might trust	I
Death comes with his fell dart and smites it to the dust	I
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But lusty Enterprise with looks of glee	N
Approached the drooping youth as he would say	J
Come to the high woods and the hills with me	N
And cast thy sullen myrtle wreath away	J
Upon a neighing courser he did sit	I
That stretched its arched neck in conscious pride	I
And champed as with disdain a golden bit	I
But Hope her animating voice applied	I
And Enterprise with speed impetuous passed	I
Whilst the long vale returned his wreathed bugle's blast	I
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Suddenly lifting high his ponderous spear	M2
A mailed man came forth with scornful pride	I
I saw him towering in his proud career	M2
Along the valley with a giant stride	I
Upon his helm in letters of bright gold	I
That to the sun's meridian splendour shone	N2
Ambition's name far off I might behold	I
Meantime from earth there came a hollow moan	N2
But Fame who followed her loud trumpet blew	I
And to the murmuring beach with eyes a flame he flew	I
	-
And now already had he gained the strand	I
Where a tall vessel rode with sail unfurled	I
And soon he thought to reach the farther land	I
Which to his eager eye seemed like a world	I
That he by strength might win and make his own	N2
And in that citadel which shone so bright	I
Seat him a purple sovereign on his throne	N2
So he went tilting o'er the waters white	I
And whilst he oft looked back with stern disdain	F
In louder tone methought was heard the inspiring strain	F
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By the shade of cities old	I
By many a river stained with gore	O2
B	N

William Lisle Bowles

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