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Art thou the jilted dupe of fame？ Dost thou with jealous anger pine
Whene'er she sounds some other name； With fonder emphasis than thine？
To thee I preach； draw near； attend！ Look on these bones； thou fool； and
see Where all her scorns and favours end； What Byron is； and thou must
be。
Dost thou revere； or praise； or trust Some clod like those that here we
spurn； Some thing that sprang like thee from dust； And shall like thee to
dust return？ Dost thou rate statesmen； heroes； wits； At one sear leaf； or
wandering feather？ Behold the black； damp narrow pits； Where they and
thou must lie together。
Dost thou beneath the smile or frown Of some vain woman bend thy
knee？ Here take thy stand； and trample down Things that were once as fair
as she。 Here rave of her ten thousand graces； Bosom； and lip； and eye； and
chin； While； as in scorn； the fleshless faces Of Hamiltons and Waldegraves
grin。
Whate'er thy losses or thy gains； Whate'er thy projects or thy fears；
Whate'er the joys； whate'er the pains； That prompt thy baby smiles and
tears； Come to my school； and thou shalt learn； In one short hour of placid
thought； A stoicism； more deep； more stern； Than ever Zeno's porch hath
taught。
The plots and feats of those that press To seize on titles； wealth； or
power； Shall seem to thee a game of chess； Devised to pass a tedious hour。
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What matters it to him who fights For shows of unsubstantial good；
Whether his Kings； and Queens； and Knights； Be things of flesh； or things
of wood？
We check； and take； exult； and fret； Our plans extend； our passions rise；
Till in our ardour we forget How worthless is the victor's prize。 Soon fades
the spell； soon comes the night： Say will it not be then the same； Whether
we played the black or white； Whether we lost or won the game？
Dost thou among these hillocks stray； O'er some dear idol's tomb to
moan？ Know that thy foot is on the clay Of hearts once wretched as thy
own。 How many a father's anxious schemes； How many rapturous
thoughts of lovers； How many a mother's cherished dreams； The swelling
turf before thee covers！
Here for the living； and the dead； The weepers and the friends they
weep； Hath been ordained the same cold bed； The same dark night； the
same long sleep； Why shouldest thou writhe； and sob； and rave O'er those
with whom thou soon must be？ Death his own sting shall curethe grave
Shall vanquish its own victory。
Here learn that all the griefs and joys； Which now torment； which now
beguile； Are children's hurts； and children's toys； Scarce worthy of one
bitter smile。 Here learn that pulpit； throne； and press； Sword； sceptre； lyre；
alike are frail； That science is a blind man's guess； And History a nurse's
tale。
Here learn that glory and disgrace； Wisdom and folly； pass away； That
mirth hath its appointed space； That sorrow is but for a day； That all we
love； and all we hate； That all we hope； and all we fear； Each mood of
mind； each turn of fate； Must end in dust and silence here。
。。。
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TRANSLATION FROM A。V。
ARNAULT。
〃Fables〃： Livre v。 〃Fable〃 16。
（1826。）
Thou poor leaf； so sear and frail； Sport of every wanton gale； Whence；
and whither； dost thou fly； Through this bleak autumnal sky？ On a noble
oak I grew； Green； and broad； and fair to view； But the Monarch of the
shade By the tempest low was laid。 From that time； I wander o'er Wood；
and valley； hill； and moor； Wheresoe'er the wind is blowing； Nothing
caring； nothing knowing： Thither go I； whither goes； Glory's laurel；
Beauty's rose。
。。。
De ta tige detachee； Pauvre feuille dessechee Ou vas tu？Je n'en sais
rien。 L'orage a frappe le chene Qui seul etait mon soutien。 De son
inconstante haleine； Le zephyr ou l'aquilon Depuis ce jour me promene De
la foret a la plaine； De la montagne au vallon。 Je vais ou le vent me mene；
Sans me plaindre ou m'effrayer； Je vais ou va toute chose Ou va la feuille
de rose Et la feuille de laurier。
。。。
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DIES IRAE。
（1826。）
On that great； that awful day； This vain world shall pass away。 Thus
the sibyl sang of old； Thus hath holy David told。 There shall be a deadly
fear When the Avenger shall appear； And unveiled before his eye All the
works of man shall lie。 Hark！ to the great trumpet's tones Pealing o'er the
place of bones： Hark！ it waketh from their bed All the nations of the dead；…
… In a countless throng to meet； At the eternal judgment seat。 Nature
sickens with dismay； Death may not retain its prey； And before the Maker
stand All the creatures of his hand。 The great book shall be unfurled；
Whereby God shall judge the world； What was distant shall be near； What
was hidden shall be clear。 To what shelter shall I fly？ To what guardian
shall I cry？ Oh； in that destroying hour； Source of goodness； Source of
power； Show thou； of thine own free grace； Help unto a helpless race。
Though I plead not at thy throne Aught that I for thee have done； Do not
thou unmindful be； Of what thou hast borne for me： Of the wandering； of
the scorn； Of the scourge； and of the thorn。 JESUS； hast THOU borne the
pain； And hath all been borne in vain？ Shall thy vengeance smite the head
For whose ransom thou hast bled？ Thou； whose dying blessing gave Glory
to a guilty slave： Thou； who from the crew unclean Didst release the
Magdalene： Shall not mercy vast and free； Evermore be found in thee？
Father； turn on me thine eyes； See my blushes； hear my cries； Faint though
be the cries I make； Save me for thy mercy's sake； From the worm； and
from the fire； From the torments of thine ire。 Fold me with the sheep that
stand Pure and safe at thy right hand。 Hear thy guilty child implore thee；
Rolling in the dust before thee。 Oh the horrors of that day！ When this
frame of sinful clay； Starting from its burial place； Must behold thee face
to face。 Hear and pity； hear and aid； Spare the creatures thou hast made。
Mercy； mercy； save； forgive； Oh； who shall look on thee and live？
。。。
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THE MARRIAGE OF TIRZAH
AND AHIRAD。
（1827。）
GENESIS VI。 3。
It is the dead of night： Yet more than noonday light Beams far and
wide from many a gorgeous hall。 Unnumbered harps are tinkling；
Unnumbered lamps are twinkling； In the great city of the fourfold wall。 By
the brazen castle's moat； The sentry hums a livelier note。 The ship…boy
chaunts a shriller lay From the galleys in the bay。 Shout； and laugh； and
hurrying feet Sound from mart and square and street； From the breezy
laurel shades； From the granite colonnades； From the golden statue's base；
From the stately market…place； Where； upreared by captive hands； The
great Tower of Triumph stands； All its pillars in a blaze With the many…
coloured rays； Which lanthorns of ten thousand dyes Shed on ten thousand
panoplies。 But closest is the throng； And loudest is the song； In that sweet
garden by the river side； The abyss of myrtle bowers； The wilderness of
flowers； Where Cain hath built the palace of his pride。 Such palace ne'er
shall be again Among the dwindling race of men。 From all its threescore
gates the light Of gold and steel afar was thrown； Two hundred cubits rose
in height The outer wall of polished stone。 On the top was ample space
For a gallant chariot race； Near either parapet a bed Of the richest mould
was spread； Where amidst flowers of every scent and hue Rich orange
trees； and palms； and giant cedars grew。
In the mansion's public court All is revel