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can dispense with a reward from "such stuff as dreams are made of." His conduct is a golden augury of the success of his future careermay the unextinguished spirit of his illustrious friend animate the creations of his pencil, and plead against Oblivion for his name!



WEEP for Adonais- he is


Oh, weep for Adonais! though

our tears

Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a


And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,

And teach them thine own sorrow! Say: "With me

Died Adonais; till the Future dares

Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity!"


Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he


When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies

In darkness? where was lorn Urania
When Adonais died? With veilèd eyes,
'Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise
She sate, while one, with soft enamoured


Rekindled all the fading melodies,

With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath,

He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of death.


Oh, weep

for Adonais- he is dead!

Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep! Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed

Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart


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Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep;
For he is gone, where all things wise and fair
Descend; - oh, dream not that the amorous



yet restore him to the vital air;

Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at

our despair.


Most musical of mourners, weep again!
Lament anew, Urania! He died,

Who was the Sire of an immortal strain,

Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's

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The priest, the slave, and the liberticide,
Trampled and mocked with many a loathed


Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified,
Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite
Yet reigns o'er earth; the third among the
sons of light.


Most musical of mourners, weep anew!

Not all to that bright station dared to climb;

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