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They found thee, Lady Mary,

With thy palms upon thy breast,
Even as thou hadst been praying,
At thine hour of rest:
The cold pale moon was shining

On thy cold pale cheek;
And the morn of the Nativity
Had just begun to break.

They carv'd thee, Lady Mary,
All of pure white stone,
With thy palms upon thy breast,
In the chancel all alone :

And I saw thee when the winter moon

Shone on thy marble cheek,
When the morn of the Nativity
Had just begun to break.

But thou kneelest, Lady Mary,
With thy palms upon thy breast,
Among the perfect spirits,
In the land of rest:

Thou art even as they took thee
At thine hour of prayer,

Save the glory that is on thee

From the sun that shineth there.

We shall see thee, Lady Mary,
On that shore unknown,
A pure
and happy angel

In the presence of the throne;
We shall see thee when the light divine
Plays freshly on thy cheek,

And the resurrection morning
Hath just begun to break.

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John Mitford

THE ROMAN LEGIONS Он, aged Time! how far, and long, Travell'd have thy pinions strong, Since the masters of the world

Here their eagle-wings unfurl'd.
Onward as the legions pass'd,
Was heard the Roman trumpet's blast,
And see the mountain portals old
Now their opening gates unfold.

Slow moves the Consul's car between
Bright glittering helms and axes keen;
O'er moonlit rocks, and ramparts bare,
High the Pretorian banners glare.
Afar is heard the torrent's moan,
The winds through rifted caverns groan;
The vulture's huge primeval nest,
Wild toss'd the pine its shatter'd crest;
Darker the blackening forest frown'd:
Strange murmurs shook the trembling
ground.

In the old warrior's midnight dream
Gigantic shadows seem'd to gleam,
The Caudine forks, and Canna's field
Again their threatening cohorts yield.
Seated on the Thunderer's throne,
He saw the shapes of gods unknown,
Saw in Olympus' golden hall
The volleyed lightning harmless fall,
The great and Capitolian lord
Dim sink, 'mid nameless forms abhorr❜d.
Shook the Tarpeian cliff; around
The trembling Augur felt the sound;
Saw, God of Light! in deathly shade,
Thy rich, resplendent tresses fade,

And from the empty car of day The ethereal coursers bound away.

Then frequent rose the signal shrill,
Oft heard on Alba's echoing hill,
Or down the Apulian mountains borne,
The mingled swell of trump and horn;
The stern centurion frown'd to hear
Unearthly voices murmuring near;
Back to his still and Sabine home
Fond thoughts and favorite visions roam.
Sweet Vesta! o'er the woods again
He views thy small and silent fane ;
He sees the whitening torrents leap
And flash round Tibur's mountain-steep;
Sees Persian ensigns wide unroll'd,
Barbaric kings in chains of gold;
O'er the long Appian's crowded street,
Sees trophied arms and eagles meet,
Through the tall arch their triumph pour,
Till rose the trumpet's louder roar ;
From a thousand voices nigh
Burst on his ear the banner-cry,
And o'er the concave rocks, the sound
"AVRELIVS," smote with stern rebound.

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