Such doubt, as is pale Expectation’s food
Turned while she tastes to poison, when the will
Is powerless, and the spirit…
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Scene.–Before the Cavern of the Indian Enchantress.
Enchantress.He came like a dream in the dawn of life,He fled like a shadow before its noon;He is gone, and my peace is turned to strife,And I wander and wane like the weary moon.O, sweet Echo, wake,And for my sakeMake answer the while my heart shall break!But my heart has a music which Echo’s lips,Though…
And said I that all hope was fled,
That each enthusiast wish was dead,Had sank beneath pale Misery’s shrine.–Seest thou the sunbeam’s yellow glow,That robes with liquid streams of light;Yon distant Mountain’s craggy brow.And shows the rocks so fair,–so bright–Tis thus sweet expectation’s ray,In softer view shows distant hours,And portrays each succeeding day,As dressed in fairer, brighter flowers,–The vermeil tinted flowers that blossom;Are…
Her voice did quiver as we parted,
From which it came, and I departedHeeding not the words then spoken.Misery–O Misery,This world is all too wide for thee.
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,
I.A glorious people vibrated againThe lightning of the nations: LibertyFrom heart to heart, from tower to tower, o’er Spain,Scattering contagious fire into the sky,Gleamed. My soul spurned the chains of its dismay,And in the rapid plumes of songClothed itself, sublime and strong;As a young eagle soars the morning clouds among,Hovering inverse o’er its accustomed prey;Till…
FROM the forests and highlands
From the river-girt islands,Where loud waves are dumbListening to my sweet pipings.The wind in the reeds and the rushes,The bees on the bells of thyme,The birds on the myrtle-bushes,The cicale above in the lime,And the lizards below in the grass,Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was,Listening to my sweet pipings.Liquid Peneus was flowing,And all…
Music, when soft voices die,
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,Live within the sense they quicken.Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,Love itself shall slumber on.