From the Greek of Plato.
Thou wert the morning star among the living,
Ere thy fair light had fled;--
Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving
New splendour to the dead.
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As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
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