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A smiting sun. No shed, no tree; He totters to his lair   A den that sick hands dug in earth Ere famine wasted there, Or, dropping in his place, he swoons, Walled in by throngs that press, Till forth from the throngs they bear him dead   Dead in his meagreness. A SMITING SUN NO SHED NO TREE HE TOTTERS TO HIS LAIR A DEN THAT SICK HANDS DUG IN EARTH ERE FAMINE WASTED THERE OR DROPPING IN HIS PLACE HE SWOONS WALLED IN BY THRONGS THAT PRESS TILL FORTH FROM THE THRONGS THEY BEAR HIM DEAD DEAD IN HIS MEAGERNESS
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. Nothing to do; and vacant hands Bring on the idiot-pain; He tries to think--to recollect, But the blur is on his brain. Around him swarm the plaining ghosts Like those on Virgil’s shore-- A wilderness of faces dim, And pale ones gashed and hoar.  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 NOTHING TO DO AND VACANT HANDS BRING ON THE IDIOT PAIN HE TRIES TO THINK TO RECOLLECT BUT THE BLUR IS ON HIS BRAIN AROUND HIM SWARM THE PLANING GHOSTS LIKE THOSE ON VIRGIL SHORE A WILDERNESS OF FACES DIM AND PALE ONES GASHED AND HOAR
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