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Nothing to do; and vacant hands Bring on the idiot pain; He tries to think  to recollect, But the blur is on his brain. NOTHING TO DO AND VACANT HANDS BRING ON THE IDIOT PAIN HE TRIES TO THINK TO RECOLLECT BUT THE BLUR IS ON HIS BRAIN
 day. House the horse in ermine-- For the foam-flake blew White through the red October; He thundered into view; They cheered him in the looming, Horseman and horse they knew. The turn of the tide began, The rally of bugles ran, He swung his hat in the van; The electric hoof-spark flew. Wreathe the steed and lead him-- For the charge he led Touched and turned the cypress Into amaranths for the head Of Philip, king of riders, Who raised them from the dead. The camp (at dawning lost), By eve, recovered--forced, Rang with laughter of the host At belated Early fled. Shroud the horse in sable-- For the mounds they heap! There is firing in the Valley, And yet no strife they keep; It is the parting volley, It is the pathos deep. There is glory for the brave Who lead, and noblys ave, But no knowledge in the grave Where the nameless followers sleep. In the Prison Pen. (1864.) Listless he eyes the palisades And sentries in the glare; ’Tis barren as a pelican-beach-- But his world is ended there.  IN THE PRISON PEN BY HERMAN MELVILLE READ FOR LIE BRIVOX DOT ORG BY JEFF MET OFF AT CLARK UNIVERSITY RECORDED OCTOBER OF TWO THOUSAND TWELVE WORD PRESS DOC CLARK EU DOT E D U SLASH M E N E U M A N SLASH LIEBERVOX LISTLESS HE EYED THE PALISADES AND SENTRIES IN THE GLARE TIS BARREN AS A PELICAN BEACH BUT HIS WORLD IS ENDED THERE
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