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Of all that is most beauteous imaged
there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal
"But should suspense permit the foe to
cry, Behold they tremble! - haughty their
array, Yet of their number no
one dares die?' In soul I swept the indignity away: Old frailties then recurred: — but lofty
thought, In act embodied, my deliverance wrought.
By the just Gods whom no weak pity
moved, Was doomed to wear out her appointed
time, Apart from happy ghosts, that gather
flowers Of blissful quiet 'mid unfading bowers.
“And thou, though strong in love, art all
too weak In reason, in self-government too slow; 140 I counsel thee by fortitude to seek Our blest reunion in the shades below. The invisible world with thee hath sym
pathized; Be thy affections raised and solemnized.
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'er
thrown Are mourned by man, and not by man
alone, As fondly he believes. — Upon the side Of Hellespont (such faith was enter
tained) A knot of spiry trees for ages grew From out the tomb of him for whom she
died; And ever, when such stature they had
gained That Ilium's walls were subject to their
view, The trees' tall summits withered at the
sight: A constant interchange of growth and
COMPOSED UPON AN EVENING OF EXTRAORDINARY SPLENDOR
And him no mortal effort can detain: Swift, toward the realms that know not
earthly day, He through the portal takes his silent
way, And on the palace-floor a lifeless corse
Had this effulgence disappeared
Warbled, for heaven above and earth be- On those bright steps that heavenward low,
raise Strains suitable both. - Such holy Their practicable way. rite,
Come forth, ye drooping old men, look Methinks, if audibly repeated now
abroad, From hill or valley, could not move And see to what fair countries ye are Sublimer transport, purer love,
bound! Than doth this silent spectacle — the And if some traveller, weary of his gleam
55 The shadow — and the peace supreme! 20 Hath slept since noontide on the grassy
And wake him with such gentle heed No sound is uttered, — but a deep
As may attune his soul to meet the dower And solemn harmony pervades
Bestowed on this transcendent hour!
Such hues from their celestial urn
Were wont to stream before mine eye, Of beamy radiance, that imbues,
Where'er it wandered in the morn
This glimpse of glory, why renewed ? Herds range along the mountain side; 30 Nay, rather speak with gratitude; And glistening antlers are descried; For, if a vestige of those gleams And gilded Alocks appear.
Survived, 'twas only in my dreams. Thine is the tranquil hour, purpureal Dread Power! whom peace and calmness Eve!
serve But long as god-like wish, or hope divine, No less
than Nature's threatening Informs my spirit, ne'er can I believe 35 voice,
70 That this magnificence is wholly thine ! If aught unworthy be my choice,
- From worlds not quickened by the sun From Thee if I would swerve; A portion of the gift is won;
Oh, let thy grace remind me of the light An intermingling of Heaven's pomp is Full early lost, and fruitlessly deplored; spread
Which, at this moment, on my waking On ground which British shepherds sight
Appears to shine, by miracle restored;
– 'Tis past, the visionary splendor fades; And, if there be whom broken ties
And night approaches with her shades. Afflict, or injuries assail, Yon hazy ridges to their eyes
TO A SKYLARK Present a glorious scale,
(1825) Climbing suffused with sunny air, To stop - no record hath told where! Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! And tempting Fancy to ascend,
Dost thou despise the earth where cares And with immortal Spirits blend!
abound? - Wings at my shoulders seem to play; Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and But, rooted here, I stand and gaze
Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? War's favorite playground, are with crimThy nest which thou canst drop into at
son stains will,
5 Familiar, the Morn with pearly Those quivering wings composed, that mu- dews? sic still!
The Morn, that now, along the silver
Meuse, Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; Spreading her peaceful ensigns, calls the A privacy of glorious light is thine;
swains Whence thou dost pour upon the world a To tend their silent boats and ringing flood
wains, Of harmony, with instinct more divine; 10 Or strip the bough whose mellow fruit Type of the wise who
The ripening corn beneath it. As mine True to the kindred points of Heaven and eyes Home!
Turn from the fortified and threatening
hill, THERE IS A LITTLE UNPRE- How sweet the prospect of yon watery TENDING RILL
With its grey rocks clustering in pensive
shade There is a little unpretending rill Of limpid water, humbler far than aught That, shaped like old monastic turrets,
rise That ever among men or naiads sought
From the smooth meadow-ground, serene Notice or name! — It quivers down the
and still. hill, Furrowing its shallow way with dubious will;
5 Yet to my mind this scanty stream is
AFTER-THOUGHT brought Oftener than Ganges or the Nile; a thought
(From The River Duddon, a series of Of private recollection sweet and still!
sonnets, 1820: number xxxiv) Months perish with their moons; year
I thought of thee, my partner and my treads on year!
guide, But, faithful Emma! thou with me canst
As being past away.
- Vain sympathies ! say
For, backward, Duddon, as I cast my That, while ten thousand pleasures dis
I what was, and is, and will abide ; And Aies their memory fast almost as
Still glides the stream, and shall for ever they ;
5 The immortal spirit of one happy day
The form remains, the function never Lingers beside that rill, in vision clear.
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the BETWEEN NAMUR AND LIÉGE
We men, who in our morn of youth deWhat lovelier home could gentle Fancy fied choose?
The elements, must vanish; be it so! Is this the stream whose cities, heights, | Enough, if something from our hands