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And that last act, though not thy worst,

The very Fiend's arch mock;

He in his fall preserved his pride,
And, if a mortal, had as proudly died!

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Bequeathed the name of Washington,
To make men blush there was but one!

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SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

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SHE walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

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One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear, their dwelling-place.

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And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

O! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM

O! SNATCH'D away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb,
But on thy turf shall roses rear

Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom;

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And oft by yon blue gushing stream

Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,

And feed deep thought with many a dream,
And lingering pause and lightly tread;

Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!

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Away! we know that tears are vain,

That Death nor heeds nor hears distress; Will this unteach us to complain!

Or make one mourner weep the less! And thou who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.

VISION OF BELSHAZZAR

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THE king was on his throne,
The satraps thronged the hall:
A thousand bright lamps shone
O'er that high festival.
A thousand cups of gold,
In Judah deemed divine
Jehovah's vessels hold

The godless heathen's wine!

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In that same hour and hall,

The fingers of a hand
Came forth against the wall,
And wrote as if on sand:
The fingers of a man;

A solitary hand

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Along the letters ran,

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And traced them like a wand.

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