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Fill high the bowl with Samian wine,

Our virgins dance beneath the shade

I see their glorious black eyes shine;

But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves.

Place me on Sunium's marble steep,

Where nothing, save the waves and I,

May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;

There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine

Dash down yon cup of Samian wine !

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FROM MILTON'S PARADISE LOST.

Book V.

Hear, all ye angels, progeny of light,
Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers,
Hear my decree, which unrevoked shall stand.
This day I have begot, whom I declare
My only Son, and on this holy hill
Him have anointed, whom ye now behold
At my right hand; your head I him appoint;
And by myself have sworn; to him shall bow
All knees in heaven, and shall confess him Lord :
Under his great vicegerent reign abide
United, as one individual soul,
For ever happy: him who disobeys,
Me disobeys, breaks union, and that day,

Cast out from God and blessed vision, falls

Into utter darkness, deep ingulf'd, his place
Ordain’d without redemption, without end.

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THE ROSE.

Here is verdure and bloom on the bush and the tree,

And many a flower sweetly blows : But one is the dearest of all to me;

'Tis the joy of my heart, 'tis the Rose. The snowdrop is fair, and the pansies are gay,

The daisy with smile cheers the ground; And sweet in the bush is the white-thorn of May,

And woodbine that clusters around :
But the flower of my soul hath a lustre more bright,

And a loveliness deeper than those ;
The pride of the garden, the summer's delight,

Oh ! the queen of them all is the Rose.

The lily with grace doth her petals unfold,

The tulip with rich scarlet glows, The daffodil wears a mantle of gold,

But all these must yield to the Rose.

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