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Beloved friend, who, living many years With sightless eyes raised vainly to the sun, Didst learn to keep thy patient soul in tune To visible Nature's elemental cheers!
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forget his poet-pupil ere he went to
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Three gifts the Dying left me,--Aeschylus, And Gregory Nazianzen, and a clock Chiming the gradual hours out like a flock Of stars, whose motion is melodious.
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and
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in her pretty poem of
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Wine of Cyprus,
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And I think of those long mornings Which my thought goes far to seek, When, betwixt the folio's turnings, Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek. Past the pane, the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep-bell's tinkling noise, While a girlish voice was reading,-- Somewhat low for [Greek: ais] and [Greek: ois].
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For we sometimes gently wrangled, Very gently, be it said,-- Since our thoughts were disentangled By no breaking of the thread! And I charged you with extortions On the nobler fames of old,-- Ay, and sometimes thought your Persons Stained the purple they would fold.
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let those decide who have read Mrs. Browning's translations of
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Prometheus Bound and Bion's
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Lament for Adonis.
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her
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Art for art, And good for God himself, the essential Good,