As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae?
Or may I woo thee
In earlier Sicilian? or thy smiles
Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles,
By bards who died content on pleasant sward,
Leaving great verse unto a little clan?
O give me their old vigour! and unheard
Save of the quiet primrose, and the span
Of heaven, and few ears,
Rounded by thee, my song should die away
Content as theirs,
Rich in the simple worship of a day.
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Chief of organic Numbers!
Thy spirit never slumbers,But rolls about our earsFor ever and for ever.O, what a mad endeavourWorketh heWho, to thy sacred and ennobled hearse,Would offer a burnt sacrifice of verseAnd Melody!How heavenward thou soundedstLive Temple of sweet noise;And discord unconfoundedst:Giving delight new joys,And Pleasure nobler pinions–O where are thy Dominions!Lend thine earTo a young delian oath–aye,…
BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art–
And watching, with eternal lids apart,Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priest-like taskOf pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen maskOf snow upon the mountains and the moors–No–yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,Awake for ever…
Two or three Posies
Two or three NosesWith two or three pimples–Two or three wise menAnd two or three ninny’s–Two or three guineas–Two or three rapsAt two or three doors–Two or three napsOf two or three hours–Two or three CatsAnd two or three mice–Two or three spratsAt a very great price–Two or three sandiesAnd two or three tabbies–Two or…
Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide awake,Catches his freshness from Archangel’s wing:He of the rose, the violet, the spring,The social smile, the chain for Freedom’s sake:And lo!–whose stedfastness would never takeA meaner sound than Raphael’s whispering.And other spirits there are standing apartUpon the forehead of the age to come;These, these will give the world another heart,And…
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! –
And watching, with eternal lids apart,Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike taskOf pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Or gazing on the new soft fallen maskOf snow upon the mountains and the moors –No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast,To feel for ever its soft fall and…
Otho The Great – Act V
SCENE I.A part of the Forest.Enter CONRAD and AURANTHE.Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more; thou artA master-plague in the midst of miseries.Go I fear thee. I tremble every limb,Who never shook before. There’s moody deathIn thy resolved looks Yes, I could kneelTo pray thee far away. Conrad, go, goThere! yonder underneath the boughs…
As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae?
Or may I woo thee
In earlier Sicilian? or thy smiles
Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles,
By bards who died content on pleasant sward,
Leaving great verse unto a little clan?
O give me their old vigour! and unheard
Save of the quiet primrose, and the span
Of heaven, and few ears,
Rounded by thee, my song should die away
Content as theirs,
Rich in the simple worship of a day.
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Son of the old Moon-mountains African!
We call thee fruitful, and that very whileA desert fills our seeing’s inward span:Nurse of swart nations since the world began,Art thou so fruitful? or dost thou beguileSuch men to honour thee, who, worn with toil,Rest for a space ‘twixt Cairo and Decan?O may dark fancies err! They surely do;‘Tis ignorance that makes a barren…
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And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?The transient pleasures as a vision seem,And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.2.How strange it is that man on earth should roam,And lead a life of woe, but not forsakeHis rugged path; nor dare he view aloneHis future doom which is but to awake.
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shapeOf deities or mortals, or of both,In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?Heard melodies are sweet, but…
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
Like whispers of the household gods that keepA gentle empire o’er fraternal souls.And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles,Your eyes are fix d, as in poetic sleep,Upon the lore so voluble and deep,That aye at fall of night our care condoles.This is your birth-day Tom, and I rejoiceThat thus it passes smoothly, quietly.Many…
Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
As one who sits ashore and longs perchanceTo visit dolphin-coral in deep seas.So thou wast blind;–but then the veil was rent,For Jove uncurtain’d Heaven to let thee live,And Neptune made for thee a spumy tent,And Pan made sing for thee his forest-hive;Aye on the shores of darkness there is light,And precipices show untrodden green,There is…
Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace,
O leave them, Muse! O leave them to their woes;For thou art weak to sing such tumults dire:A solitary sorrow best befitsThy lips, and antheming a lonely grief.Leave them, O Muse! for thou anon wilt findMany a fallen old DivinityWandering in vain about bewildered shores.Meantime touch piously the Delphic harp,And not a wind of heaven…