...the tortured ghosts respire, See, shady forms advance ! Thy stone, O Sisyphus, stands still, Ixion rests upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance ; The Furies sink upon their iron beds, And snakes uncurl'd hang listening round their heads. v. By the streams that ever flow, By the fragrant winds...

...tortured ghosts respire ; See, shady forms advance ! Thy stone, O Sisyphus,* stands still ; Ixiont rests upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance...The furies sink upon their iron beds, And snakes, uncurl'd, hung list'ning round their heads. " By the streams that ever flow ; By the fragrant winds...

...the tortured ghosts respire ; See, shady forms advance ! Thy stone, O Sisyphus, stands still, Ixion rests upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance : The Furies sink upon their iron beds, And snakes uncurl'd hang listening round their heads. " By the streams that ever flow, By the fragrant winds that...

...of those that lack the light : See, shady forms advance ! Thy stone, O Sisyphus, stands still, Ixion rests upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance ; The Furies sink upon their iron beds. And snakes uncurl'd hang listening round their heads. But soon, too soon, the lover turns his eyes : Again she...

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...Tiark ! he strikes the golden lyre ; And see! the tortur'd ghosts respire, See shady forms advance ! And the pale spectres dance ! The Furies sink upon their iron beds, And snakes uncurl'd hang list'ning round their head. •vi. « By the §tream« that .ever flow, By the fragrant...

...the tortured ghosts respire, See, shady forms advance ! Thy stone, 0 Sisyphus, stands still, Ixion rests upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance...sink upon their iron beds And snakes uncurled hang list'ning round their heads ! dition is not expressed by the poet, but is easily inferred. Vid. Ovid....

...the tortur'd ghosts respire : See, shady forms advance ! Thy stone, 0 Sisyphus, stands still, Ixion rests upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance ; The Furies sink upon their iron beds, And snakes uncurl'd hang listening round their heads. By the streams that ever flow, By the fragrant winds that...

...the tortured ghosts respire. See, shady forms advance. Thy stone, O Sisyphus ! stands still ! Ixion rests upon his wheel, , And the pale spectres dance...snakes uncurled hang listening round their heads." There is something fine about this, no doubt ; but it smells ineffably of the school-room. It is is...

...the tortured ghosts respire. See, shad; forms advance ! jThy stone, O Sisyphus, stands still, Izion rests upon his wheel, And the pale spectres dance ! The Furies sink upon their iron beds, And snakes uncurl'd hang listening round their heidi By the streams that ever flow, •< By the fragrant winds...