Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . world; though nowBeneath thine hand so many nations bow,So many kings: not therefore, O my God! — But because Man is parceled out in menTo-day: because, for any wrongful blow, No man not stricken asks, (< I would be toldWhy thou dost thus; but his heart whispers then,<( He is he, I am By this we knowThat the earth falls asunder, being old. FOR <A VENETIAN PASTORAL,) BY GIORGIONE, IN THE LOUVRE Water, for anguish of the solstice: nay,But dip the vessel slowly,— nay, but leanAnd hark how at its verge the wave sighs inReluc
Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . world; though nowBeneath thine hand so many nations bow,So many kings: not therefore, O my God! — But because Man is parceled out in menTo-day: because, for any wrongful blow, No man not stricken asks, (< I would be toldWhy thou dost thus; but his heart whispers then,<( He is he, I am By this we knowThat the earth falls asunder, being old. FOR <A VENETIAN PASTORAL,) BY GIORGIONE, IN THE LOUVRE Water, for anguish of the solstice: nay,But dip the vessel slowly,— nay, but leanAnd hark how at its verge the wave sighs inReluctant. Hush! Beyond all depth awayThe heat lies silent at the brink of day:Now the hand trails upon the viol-stringThat sobs, and the brown faces cease to sing,Sad with the whole of pleasure. Whither strayHer eyes now, from whose mouth the slim pipes creepAnd leave it pouting, while the shadowed grassIs cool against her naked side ? Let be:Say nothing now unto her lest she weep,Nor name this ever. Be it as it was,—Life touching lips with -435
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