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And thou, sweet flower of Austria, slaughter'd Queen, Who dropp'd no tear upon the dreadful scene, When gush'd the life-blood from thine angel form, And martyr'd beauty perish'd in the storm, Once worshipp'd paragon of all who saw, Thy look obedience, and thy smile a law." What is the distinction between the foul orgies and the raging havoc which the foul orgies are to picture?
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forgot not: in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks.
Then she kissed him for that song, and sang: Once to be beautiful was my pride, And I blush'd in love with my own bright brow: Once, when a wooer was by my side, I worshipp'd the object that had his vow: Different, different, different now, Different now is my beauty to me: Different, different, different now! For I prize it alone because prized by thee.
Thus spoke the proud damsel, with scorn looking round her On Knights and on Nobles of highest degree; Who humbly and hopelessly left as they found her, And worshipp'd at distance the high-born Ladye.
Great and superb appears thy cap sublime, Admired and worshipp'd as the rising sun; Solemn, majestic, wise, like hoary Time, And fam'd alike for virtue, sense, and fun. Then swell the noble strain with song, And elegance divine, While goddesses around shall throng, And all the muses nine.
Then she kissed him for that song, and sang: Once to be beautiful was my pride, And I blush'd in love with my own bright brow: Once, when a wooer was by my side, I worshipp'd the object that had his vow: Different, different, different now, Different now is my beauty to me: Different, different, different now! For I prize it alone because prized by thee.
And bade our vain and selfish murmurs cease; 'Twas thy soft smile, that gave the worshipp'd clay Of thy bright essence one celestial ray, Making e'en death so beautiful, that we, Gazing on it, forgot our misery.
Sandy your foundations be; Mortals overrate your worth, Sought through life so eagerly. Too soon we know That tears must flow, That bliss is still allied to woe! "Human love! fond human love! We have worshipp'd at thy shrine; Envying not the saints above, While we deem'd thy power divine. But ah, thy light, So wildly bright, Is born of earth to set in night. "Love of heaven! love of heaven!
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