Noe L.

The word of deniall, and the letter of fifty
makes the gentlemans name that will never be thrifty.

And Noels answere / Raw Ly
The foe to the stommacke, and the word of disgrace
Shewes the gentlemans name with the bold face.

Th'offence of the stomake, with the woord of disgrace:
Is the gentlemans name, with th'effeminat face.
id est: Rawly.

The answer

The woord of deniall, and the letter of fiftie
Is the gentlemans name, that will never be thriftie
id est. Nowell

Aurora's fair flushed face some paler grew,
And in a faltering voice she said: " O Boy,
Inspired spirit of the woodlands dim,
Within thy ardent eyes I read thy tale;
Within the gentle pressure of thy hand
I feel Felicity's precipitous dawn.
Within thy fervent words I find a love
Such as all women crave but few receive.
The youth throbs in my veins; I ne'er have loved
But languished without solace of my dreams;
'Tis but sufficient that I look on thee
To know that Heav'n has stooped for me at last!
O midnight clustered curls, I long to kiss

SCENE : Olympia

Upon a bank of dewy purple flow'rs
That sloped down to an amber rivulet,
Aurora leaned, clad in a shimmering robe
Of roseate hue, with swelling bosom bared
To the wind's soft caress; her flowerlike feet,
Unsandalled, dipped like rosebuds in the waves.
About her sloping shoulders fell a stream,
Of tawny tresses that enfolded her
In flaming strands of gold stol'n from the sun.
From under thoughtful brows her piteous eyes
Gazed darkly o'er the blossoming meadowlands;

Full in the centre now they fix in form,
Eye meeting eye, and arm oppos'd to arm;
With wily feints each other now provoke,
And cautious meditate th' impending stroke.
Th' impatient Youth, inspir'd by hopes of fame,
First sped his arm, unfaithful to its aim;
The wary Warrior, watchful of his Foe,
Bends back, and 'scapes the death-designing blow;
With erring glance it sounded by his ear,
And whizzing, spent its idle force in air.
Then quick advancing on th' unguarded head,
A dreadful show'r of thunderbolts he shed:

BOOK II.

First, to the Fight, advanc'd the Charioteer:
High hopes of glory on his brow appear;
Terror vindictive flashes from his eye,
(To one the Fates the visual ray deny);
Fierce glow'd his looks, which spoke his inward rage;
He leaps the bar, and bounds upon the stage.
The roofs re-eccho with exulting cries,
And all behold him with admiring eyes.
Ill-fated Youth! what rash desires could warm
Thy manly heart, to dare the Triton 's arm?
Ah! too unequal to these martial deeds,

BOOK I.

Sing, sing, O Muse, the dire contested Fray,
And bloody honours of that dreadful day,
When Phaiton 's bold Son (tremendous name)
Dar'd Neptune 's Offspring to the Lists of Fame,
What Fury fraught Thee with Ambition's fire,
Ambition, equal foe to Son and Sire?
One, hapless fell by Jove 's aethereal arms,
And One, the Triton 's mighty pow'r disarms.

Now all lay hush'd within the folds of night,
And saw in painted dreams th' important fight;

IV.

And not alone thy features fair,
And legend lore and matchless grace,
But noble deeds of courage rare,
Illume, as with a soul, thy face.

The Highlands and the Palisades
Mirror their beauty in the tide;
The history of whose forest shades
A nation reads with conscious pride.

On either side these mountain glens
Lie open like a massive book,

I.

Gray streaks of dawn are faintly seen;
The stars of half their light are shorn;
The Hudson, with its banks of green,
Lies tranquil in the early morn.

The earth and sky breathe sacred rest —
A holy peace too sweet to break —
A spell like that divine behest
Which stilled the Galilean lake.

The circling hills, with foreheads fair,
Await with joy the crowning rays;

VALA

NIGHT THE NINTH

BEING THE LAST JUDGMENT

And Los & Enitharmon builded Jerusalem weeping
Over the Sepulcher & over the Crucified body
Which to their Phantom Eyes appear'd Still in the Sepulcher
But Jesus stood beside them in the Spirit Separating
Their Spirit from their body. Terrified at Non Existence
For such they deemd the death of the body. Los his vegetable hands
Outstretchd his right hand branching out in fibrous strength
Siezd the Sun. His left hand like dark roots coverd the Moon