But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.
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Golden Apollo, that thro’ heaven wide
In lucent words my darkling verses dight,And wash my earthy mind in thy clear streams,That wisdom may descend in fairy dreams,All while the jocund hours in thy trainScatter their fancies at thy poet’s feet;And when thou yields to night thy wide domain,Let rays of truth enlight his sleeping brain.For brutish Pan in vain might thee…
Hear the voice of the Bard!
Whose ears have heardThe Holy Word,That walk’d among the ancient trees.Calling the lapsed SoulAnd weeping in the evening dew;That might controll.The starry pole;And fallen fallen light renew!O Earth O Earth return!Arise from out the dewy grass;Night is worn,And the mornRises from the slumbrous mass.Turn away no more:Why wilt thou turn awayThe starry floorThe watery shoreIs…
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Frightend at the hurtling bones2. And at the surging sulphureousPerturbed Immortal mad raging3. In whirlwinds & pitch & nitreRound the furious limbs of Los4. And Los formed nets & ginsAnd threw the nets round about5. He watch’d in shuddring fearThe dark changes & bound every changeWith rivets of iron & brass;6. And these were the…
The sun descending in the west,
The birds are silent in their nest,And I must seek for mine.The moon, like a flower,In heaven’s high bower,With silent delightSits and smiles on the night.Farewell, green fields and happy groves,Where flocks have took delight.Where lambs have nibbled, silent movesThe feet of angels bright;Unseen they pour blessing,And joy without ceasing,On each bud and blossom,And each…
‘COME hither, my Sparrows,
If a tear or a smileWill a man beguile,If an amorous delayClouds a sunshiny day,If the step of a footSmites the heart to its root,‘Tis the marriage-ring…Makes each fairy a king.’So a Fairy sung.From the leaves I sprung;He leap’d from the sprayTo flee away;But in my hat caught,He soon shall be taught.Let him laugh, let…
Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce
Every Harlot was a Virgin onceNor canst thou ever change Kate into NanTho thou art Worship’d by the Names DivineOf Jesus & Jehovah thou art stillThe Son of Morn in weary Nights declineThe lost Travellers Dream under the Hill