Shone rosy-white, and o'er her rounded form
Between the shadows of the vine bunches
Floated the glowing sunlights, as she moved.

"Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die.
She with a subtle smile in her mild eyes,
The herald of her triumph, drawing nigh,
Half whispered in his ear, I promise thee
The fairest and most loving wife in Greece.'

She spoke and laughed: I shut my sight for fear:
But when I looked, Paris had raised his arm,

And I beheld great Here's angry eyes,
As she withdrew into the golden cloud,
And I was left alone within the bower;
And from that time to this I am alone,
And I shall be alone until I die."

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Alfred Tennyson.

MOUNT IDA.

TOW twilight gently hovers o'er the deep.

The winds are hushed; becalmed the isleman's bark

Shows its white pinions on the increasing dark,

And mournfully at foot of yonder steep

The dying surf rolls up the lonely shore.
Lo! heaving hoary-headed to the sky,

In stern but venerable majesty,

Mount Ida distant stands. There, times of yore,
The shepherd prince his pastoral syrinx played;

And there did lofty walls and turrets gleam
(Whose very memory seemeth like a dream)
That stood coeval with Achilles' shade.
O, since the Cyclades with beacons shone,
What ages have bewailed for Troy o'erthrown!
Seymour Green Wheeler Benjamin.

Thy hundred hills, thy thousand streams,
Karaman! O Karaman

As when thy gold-bright morning gleams,
As when the deepening sunset seams
With lines of light thy hills and streams,
Karaman!

So thou loomest on my dreams,

Karaman! O Karaman!

The hot, bright plains, the sun, the skies,

Karaman!

Seem death-black marbles to mine eyes,

Karaman! O Karaman!

I turn from summer blood and dyes;
Yet in my dreams thou dost arise

In welcome glory to my eyes,
Karaman!

In thee my life of life yet lies,
Karaman!

Thou still art holy in mine eyes,

Karaman! O Karaman!

Ere my fighting years were come,

Karaman!

Troops were few in Erzeroum,

Karaman! O Karaman!

Their fiercest came from Erzeroum,

They came from Ukhbar's palace dome,

They dragged me forth from thee, my home, Karaman!

Thee, my own, my mountain home,

Karaman!

In life and death, my spirit's home,

Karaman! O Karaman!

O, none of all my sisters ten,

Karaman !

Loved like me my fellow-men,

Karaman! O Karaman!

I was mild as milk till then,
I was soft as silk till then;
Now my breast is as a den,

Karaman!

Foul with blood and bones of men,

Karaman!

With blood and bones of slaughtered men,

Karaman! O Karaman!

My boyhood's feelings newly born,

Karaman!

With life's young flowers were all uptorn, Karaman! O Karaman!

And in their stead sprang weed and thorn; What once I loved now moves my scorn; My burning eyes are dried to horn,

Karaman!

I hate the blessed light of morn,

Karaman! O Karaman!

The Spahi wears a tyrant's chains,

Karaman!

But bondage worse than this remains,

Karaman! O Karaman!

My heart is black with million stains:
Thereon, as on Kaf's blasted plains,
Shall nevermore fall dews and rains,

Karaman!

Save poison-dews and bloody rains,
Karaman!

Hell's poison-dews and bloody rains,

Karaman! O Karaman!

But life, at worst, must end erelong,

Karaman !

Azreel avengeth every wrong,

Karaman! O Karaman!

Of late my thoughts rove more among
Thy fields; o'ershadowing fancies throng
My mind, and text of bodeful song,

Karaman!

Azreel is terrible and strong,

Karaman!

His lightning sword smites all erelong,
Karaman! O Karaman!

There's care to-night in Ukhbar's halls,

Karaman!

There's hope, too, for his trodden thralls,
Karaman! O Karaman!

What lights flash red along yon walls?
Hark! Hark! The muster-trumpet calls!
I see the sheen of spears and shawls,
Karaman!

The foe! The foe! They scale the walls,
Karaman!

To-night Murad or Ukhbar falls,

Karaman! O Karaman!

James Clarence Mangan.

Latmos, the Mountain.

MOUNT LATMOS.

PON the sides of Latmos was outspread
A mighty forest; for the moist earth fed
So plenteously all weed-hidden roots
Into o'erhanging boughs and precious fruits.
And it had gloomy shades, sequestered deep,