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Title: The poetical works of James Russell Lowell
Year: 1887 (1880s)
Authors: Lowell, James Russell, 1819-1891
Subjects: Poetry
Publisher: Boston, New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
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ur frozen earth conveyed. For he swore I know not what; 252 HYMN TO MY FIRE Endless ease should be thy lot,Pleasure that should never falter,Lifelong play, and not a dutySave to hover oer the altar,Vision of celestial beauty,Fed with gracious woods and spices;Then, perfidious ! having gotThee in the net of his devices,Sold thee into endless slavery,Made thee a drudge to boil the pot,Thee, Helios daughter, who dost bearHis likeness in thy golden hair;Thee, by nature wild and wavery,Palpitating, evanescentAs the shade of Dians crescent,Life, motion, gladness, everywhere ! in Fathom deep men bury theeIn the furnace dark and still,There, with dreariest mockery,Making thee eat, against thy will,Blackest Pennsylvanian stone;But thou dost avenge thy doom,For, from out thy catacomb,Day and night thy wrath is blownIn a withering simoom,And, adown that cavern drear,Thy black pitfall in the floor,Staggers the lusty antique cheer,Despairing, and is seen no more ! Beauty on my hearth-stone blazing
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HYMN TO MY FIRE 253 IV Elfish I may rightly name thee; We enslave, but cannot tame thee ; With fierce snatches, now and then, Thou pluckest at thy right again, And thy down-trod instincts savage To stealthy insurrection creep While thy wittol masters sleep, And burst in undiscerning ravage : Then how thou shakst thy bacchant locks ! While brazen pulses, far and near, Throb thick and thicker, wild with fear And dread conjecture, till the drear Disordered clangor ever)7 steeple rocks ! vBut when we make a friend of thee,And admit thee to the hallOn our nights of festival,Then, Cinderella, who could seeIn thee the kitchens stunted thrall ?Once more a Princess lithe and tall,Thou dancest with a whispering tread,While the bright marvel of thy headIn crinkling gold floats all abroad,And gloriously dost vindicateThe legend of thy lineage great,Earth-exiled daughter of the Pythian god !Now in the ample chimney-place,To honor thy acknowledged race,We crown thee high with laurel good,Thy shinin

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