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First Line: From out the grave of one whose budding
Last Line: And tully's daughter, mourned so tenderly.
Subject(s): Tears

From out the grave of one whose budding years
Were cropt by death, when Rome was in her prime,
I brought the phial of his kinsman's tears,
There placed, as was the wont of ancient time;
Round me, that night, in meads of asphodel,
The souls of the early dead did come and go,
Drawn by that flask of Grief, as by a spell,
That long-imprison'd shower of human woe;
As round Ulysses, for the draught of blood,
The heroes thronged, those spirits flocked to me,
Where, lonely, with that charm of tears, I stood;
Two, most of all, my dreaming eyes did see;
The young Marcellus, young, but great and good,
And Tully's daughter, mourned so tenderly.

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