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The following poem. hy W. ". story. the America
sculptor. author of Antony and Cleopatra. was il
closed in letter FROM Italy Mr.. X. +. Tanscy. Pr.
ed, nj oi the knights Of 81 Patrick. with whom N
author il in relative to the erection
rlonum,lt TO Daniel OConnell in this city. Th
poem j. published the first time. Lo"is Dsn'
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'Ti-,ain, F"nteius. As the half-tsmed .tced.
Seeming IN, desert. la-hcs mSdly out
Aud strains and storms and struggles TO he freed.
Shaking his railing harness all about;
So. tvrccr for restraint. here III my breast
Hot passion RACES, firing every thought;
ror what is honor. prudence. interest,
To The wild strength Of love: Oh, best vt lifc
NV 10Y. bliss. triumph glory. my rouls wife,
My Cleopatra. desire thee 40
That all restraints tO the wild winds throw.
Come what will come life. come DEATH to me
lis equal, il again look on thee.
Away Foniciu-. tell her that rage
With madness tor her. Nothing can assuaSe
The strong desire, the torment, the her. strcss
Tha, whrl- mr. thoughts round and infsmcr my brain
hut her great ardent cye--'iark evee that draw
Nv hcin. to them with u subtle law
Aud an almost divine imperiousness.
Tell her do not live until feel
The thrill her wild touch that through each vein
Electric shoois ia ILL., ,htninG and again
Hear those low tones If hers. although they steal
~ by some serpent charm my will away.
And wreck my manhood
This lying gals me-. and ts worse than vain:
LITE il TOO short to waste in loves prctcnsc.
In the lacak shadow of indifference.
Aud you-what are yen but CALLING chain
! hate .ou that cannot hate you more
Even hate for you is only cold and dull
Cold A. your heart, and dull IA IL vour sense.
Were YOU but a savage. wicked to the core,
Less pnu- prulish prudent. made to rule
| mi IN; have loved or hated more: but now,
Nofhns on earth seems halt deadly chill
A. your nsipId smile and placid brow,
Your glacial goodness and prOprletes.
Tell my dear serpent must sce her. fill
Ny eyes with the glad light o! her great eyes
Though death. dshonor ANYTHING YOU will.
Stand in the way. Ay. by my soul. disgrace
T. better in the sun Oi Egypts lace
Than po;rp ~ power in this '',c>ted place.
Oh! Tor the vine my queen al"n. can pour
From her rich nature. Let me starNc no more
on Ihi- weak tcpid drink that never warns
My llir-hond but away with >hams and forms.
AWAY with Rome, Ouc hour III E-vpts eyes
l. worth "A score of Roman centuries.
ANay, Fnntciu>. Tell her till sec
Those ewes ! do not livc-tha, Rome 10 me
l. hateful Tell hcr-uh. | know not what
Tha' every thought and feeling. space and spot.
l. ltk. an u-ly dream where >ht Is not:
All persons plaques. all dolnGs wcarisom".
Al talking cirply: ali these tta-t- and friends
These slaves and cuurlierS. princes. palaces
1hi ,:r>ar. with hisepi>h ainlr and ends.
iil~ nil, way- and sleek hyp"crasics-
Ih,~ Lrpdu-: and worse than all by far.
TINS NAV hish. piou>, prudr Octavia-
Nrc houd- and letters tedious IA disease
Not worth The Iarlng> OF her nn-tr nails.
Oh, for the breath of Egypt. the soft nights
pi the vuuptuors East the dear delights
We tasted there the lotus-pcrtumtd gales
That dream alun- the low shores OF the Me.
And softly nuttcr in the laN-ud sails
ph tor the uu, of all-tOr the rich smile
That gluwS like autumn over her dark face
For her ai - naturc-hcr enchanting grace
Her arms. that are AWAY - many mile.
AWAY. Fontcus. lose no hOur-nake sail
Weigh anchor ON the inStant-wOo gale
10 blow you To- her. Tell her shall be
Close your very heels across the sea.
Prayin. that Neptune send me storms ~ strong
As passion is. IN sweep me swift along,
I'LL the white spray sing whstlins round my Prov.
And the waves gnrEe meath the kcels sharp po'Gt
I'ly Nv Fuu,eius. When think of her
Nv soul within my body is as,ir.
NV v d blood pulses. and my hot cheeks glow!
Love " I'm IL madness ovcrwhelms me 80
Tha, l. oh. 50. say. Fonteus go!