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Attendant hands straight bore the fish away,

To deck it for their sovereign lord's repast-
What means the wonder which their looks portray ?
In mute astonishment they stand aghast,

For from the belly of the monster prize,
The gleaming jewel meets their dazzled eyes.

Then thus the king, with sorrow on his brow,

In prayer ad Iressed the gods on bended knee-“Gone is my name: what hope is left me now, Since e'en the gulf of the devouring sea

Casts up in scorn what seemed for ever lost,
Casts up in scorn the gift I valued most?”

Nor failed the omen: ere a year was gone,

His glory's pride waned, tottered, and then fell.
Slain were his legions; foes surged round his throne,
Their murd'rous shouts rang out his fun'ral knell;

All that survived to tell a nation's loss,
A dead king hanging on a nameless cross.

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F.CA.

POLYCRATES AND THE RING.

An English Poem,

IN

THE NORRISIAN STYLE,

I see thy glory like a shooting star.

Shakespeare.

Strict fate too fast hath bound.

Milton.

BY

HALLAM TENNYSON. .

POLYCRATES AND THE RING.

In Samos' isle one summer's day, the king

Polycrates on saffron cushions lay,
And from his palace watched the waters fling

Their milk-white foam along the rocky bay.

Vassals of subject kings wait in the hall,

And finely-chiselled statues stand around, And countless slaves are at his beck and call,

And low mellifluent strains of music sound.

Anon, the king saw on the golden strand

Among her maidens robed in virgin white, His Queen, the fairest lady of the land,

And gazed upon her presence with delight.

And fell to musing, as he lay alone,

On days wherein he longed for her as wife To share with him his glory and his throne,

And light the lonely passage of his life.

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