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See Plutarch	A
Serene and fitted to embrace	B
Where'er he turned a swan like grace	B
Of haughtiness without pretence	B
And to unfold a still magnificence	B
Was princely Dion in the power	C
And beauty of his happier hour	C
And what pure homage then did wait	D
On Dion's virtues while the lunar beam	E
Of Plato's genius from its lofty sphere	F
Fell round him in the grove of Academe	E
Softening their inbred dignity austere	F
That he not too elate	D
With self sufficing solitude	G
But with majestic lowliness endued	G
Might in the universal bosom reign	H
And from affectionate observance gain	H
Help under every change of adverse fate	D
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Five thousand warriors O the rapturous day	I
Each crowned with flowers and armed with spear and shield	J
Or ruder weapon which their course might yield	J
To Syracuse advance in bright array	I
Who leads them on The anxious people see	B
Long exiled Dion marching at their head	K
He also crowned with flowers of Sicily	B
And in a white far beaming corslet clad	L
Pure transport undisturbed by doubt or fear	F
The gazers feel and rushing to the plain	H
Salute those strangers as a holy train	H
Or blest procession to the Immortals dear	F
That brought their precious liberty again	M
Lo when the gates are entered on each hand	N
Down the long street rich goblets filled with wine	O
In seemly order stand	N
On tables set as if for rites divine	O
And as the great Deliverer marches by	P
He looks on festal ground with fruits bestrown	O
And flowers are on his person thrown	O
In boundless prodigality	N
Nor doth the general voice abstain from prayer	Q
Invoking Dion's tutelary care	Q
As if a very Deity he were	C
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Mourn hills and groves of Attica and mourn	O
Ilissus bending o'er thy classic urn	O
Mourn and lament for him whose spirit dreads	B
Your once sweet memory studious walks and shades	B
For him who to divinity aspired	N
Not on the breath of popular applause	B
But through dependence on the sacred laws	B
Framed in the schools where Wisdom dwelt retired	N
Intent to trace the ideal path of right	N
More fair than heaven's broad causeway paved with stars	B
Which Dion learned to measure with sublime delight	N
But He hath overleaped the eternal bars	B
And following guides whose craft holds no consent	N
With aught that breathes the ethereal element	N
Hath stained the robes of civil power with blood	N
Unjustly shed though for the public good	N
Whence doubts that came too late and wishes vain	O
Hollow excuses and triumphant pain	O
And oft his cogitations sink as low	R
As through the abysses of a joyless heart	N
The heaviest plummet of despair can go	R
But whence that sudden check that fearful start	N
He hears an uncouth sound	N
Anon his lifted eyes	B
Saw at a long drawn gallery's dusky bound	N
A Shape of more than mortal size	B
And hideous aspect stalking round and round	N
A woman's garb the Phantom wore	S
And fiercely swept the marble floor	S
Like Auster whirling to and fro	R
His force on Caspian foam to try	P
Or Boreas when he scours the snow	R
That skims the plains of Thessaly	R
Or when aloft on M nalus he stops	B
His flight 'mid eddying pine tree tops	B
	-
So but from toil less sign of profit reaping	T
The sullen Spectre to her purpose bowed	N
Sweeping vehemently sweeping	T
No pause admitted no design avowed	N
Avaunt inexplicable Guest avaunt	N
Exclaimed the Chieftain let me rather see	B
The coronal that coiling vipers make	U
The torch that flames with many a lurid flake	U
And the long train of doleful pageantry	B
Which they behold whom vengeful Furies haunt	N
Who while they struggle from the scourge to flee	B
Move where the blasted soil is not unworn	R
And in their anguish bear what other minds have borne	R
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But Shapes that come not at an earthly call	R
Will not depart when mortal voices bid	N
Lords of the visionary eye whose lid	N
Once raised remains aghast and will not fall	R
Ye Gods thought He that servile Implement	N
Obeys a mystical intent	N
Your Minister would brush away	I
The spots that to my soul adhere	F
But should she labour night and day	I
They will not cannot disappear	F
Whence angry perturbations and that look	V
Which no philosophy can brook	V
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Ill fated Chief there are whose hopes are built	N
Upon the ruins of thy glorious name	W
Who through the portal of one moment's guilt	N
Pursue thee with their deadly aim	W
O matchless perfidy portentous lust	N
Of monstrous crime that horror striking blade	N
Drawn in defiance of the Gods hath laid	N
The noble Syracusan low in dust	N
Shudder'd the walls the marble city wept	N
And sylvan places heaved a pensive sigh	P
But in calm peace the appointed Victim slept	N
As he had fallen in magnanimity	N
Of spirit too capacious to require	C
That Destiny her course should change too just	N
To his own native greatness to desire	C
That wretched boon days lengthened by mistrust	N
So were the hopeless troubles that involved	N
The soul of Dion instantly dissolved	N
Released from life and cares of princely state	N
He left this moral grafted on his Fate	N
Him only pleasure leads and peace attends	B
Him only him the shield of Jove defends	B
Whose means are fair and spotless as his ends	B

William Wordsworth

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