In which thou sittest sole, as in my mind,
Giving a voice to its mysterious waves–
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Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou
Of one abyss, where life, and truth, and joyAre swallowed up—yet spare me, Spirit, pity me,Until the sounds I hear become my soul,And it has left these faint and weary limbs,To track along the lapses of the airThis wandering melody until it restsAmong lone mountains in some…
And the cloven waters like a chasm of mountains
And led him through the deep’s untrampled fountainsHe went in wonder through the path immortalOf his great Mother and her humid reignAnd groves profaned not by the step of mortalWhich sounded as he passed, and lakes which rainReplenished not girt round by marble caves‘Wildered by the watery motion of the mainHalf ‘wildered he beheld the…
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To-morrow dies;All that we wish to stayTempts and then flies.What is this world’s delight?Lightning that mocks the night,Brief even as bright.II.Virtue, how frail it is!Friendship how rare!Love, how it sells poor blissFor proud despair!But we, though soon they fall,Survive their joy, and allWhich ours we call.III.Whilst skies are blue and bright,Whilst flowers are gay,Whilst eyes…
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Of that foul, knotted, many-headed wormWhich rends our Mother’s bosom—Priestly Pest!Masked Resurrection of a buried Form!II.Thy country’s curse is on thee! Justice sold,Truth trampled, Nature’s landmarks overthrown,And heaps of fraud-accumulated gold,Plead, loud as thunder, at Destruction’s throne.III.And whilst that sure slow Angel which aye standsWatching the beck of MutabilityDelays to execute her high commands,And, though…
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Thou needest not fear mine;My spirit is too deeply ladenEver to burthen thine.II.I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion,Thou needest not fear mine;Innocent is the heart’s devotionWith which I worship thine.
I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan
Like thou, shouldst dance and revel on the graveOf Liberty. Thou mightst have built thy throneWhere it had stood even now: thou didst preferA frail and bloody pomp which Time has sweptIn fragments towards Oblivion. Massacre,For this I prayed, would on thy sleep have crept,Treason and Slavery, Rapine, Fear, and Lust,And stifled thee, their minister….