dubious Poets from the work, and put in Thorn.
"a kiillar Basic. maker,
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duoiens Poets from the work, and put in Thon
as Miilar, Baske,-maker.'


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the bearer, especially; 50 we will barely sa,
that the publishers have done their duty by thi.
work, alike in paper, printing and illustrations
and hastea to close with noble poem b,
MILsEs-a poem replete with even more thar
Poetry:


DELPHI-AN ELEGY.
BENEATH the vintage moons 8 urcertein light


And some faint stars that pierced The film ofcloud
Stood those Parnassian peaks before my sghr,


Whose fame throughout the ancient world wai


loud.
Still could dmly trace the terraced lines
liverging from the cliffs on either side;
theatre whose steps were fll'd with shrines
And rich devices of Hellenic pride;
Though brightest daylight would have lit in vain
The place whence gods and worshipers had fed !;
Only, and they too tenantless, remain
The hsllow'd chambers of the pious dead.
Yet those wise architects an ample part
10 Nature gave in their religious shows
And thus, amid the sepultares of Art,
Still rise The rocks and still the fountain flows.
Desolate Delphi! pure Castalian spring


Hear me avow that am not as they
Who deem that all about you ninslering
We.e base impostors, and mankind their prey:
That the high names they seem'd to love and laud
Were but the tools their palry trade 10 ply;
This pomp OF faith mere gigantic fraud,


The apparatus OF mighty lie!
Let those that will believe it; |, for one,


Cannot thus read the history ofmy kind
Remembering all this little Greece has done
To raise the universal human mind:
L know that hierarchs of that wondrous race,
By their own faith alone, could keep alive
Mysterious rites and sanctity Of place.


Believing in whate'ey they might contriye.
1t may be, that these influences, combined
With such rare nature as The priestess bore,
Brought to the surface of her stormy mind


Distracted fragments Of prophetic lore
Fer, howsoe'er the morlas' probing view
Creation is reveal'd, vet must we pause,
Weak to dissect the futile from the true,
Where'er imagination spreads her laws,
So now that DINNER grows The watery light,
And things each moment more fantastic seem,
/ fan would seek if still the gods have might
Over the understanding world Of dream:
| ask not that for me aside be cast
The solemn veil that hides what is decreed
7 crave the resurrection Of The past


That may know what Delphi was indeed