. Syllabus. 271. Or|)heu» OW down, ye oaks, and listen to my grief; Ye mountains, bow your heads in saddest woe;Ye rivers, join me in my ceaseless pain;O winds, give forth one long, continued wail;Ye lions, and ye tigers, crouching downAs gentle as yon lambs, upon the green,Before the music of my breaking , answer to the passion of my breast!O Helicon, thou mount of gracious gifts,Parnassus, mother thou of love and art,Castalia, fountain of sweet melody,Which oft inspires my mother Caliope,Heed thou the pleading of my golden lyre,Oh, give me balm of healing ere I die ! For she, the fai
. Syllabus. 271. Or|)heu» OW down, ye oaks, and listen to my grief; Ye mountains, bow your heads in saddest woe;Ye rivers, join me in my ceaseless pain;O winds, give forth one long, continued wail;Ye lions, and ye tigers, crouching downAs gentle as yon lambs, upon the green,Before the music of my breaking , answer to the passion of my breast!O Helicon, thou mount of gracious gifts,Parnassus, mother thou of love and art,Castalia, fountain of sweet melody,Which oft inspires my mother Caliope,Heed thou the pleading of my golden lyre,Oh, give me balm of healing ere I die ! For she, the fairest nymph of all the , wandering, captivates the souls of men,She, living type of beauteous disappeared from haunts which once she loved;Hath left me here to suffer living death. O Life, what art thou without that fair flower,Which, blooming, brightened all my solitude;Which, withering, darkens een my happier moods ?How can I live and miss that cherished formWhose grace and beauty charme
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