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Forth sprang the impassioned Queen her Thou found'st and I forgive thee — here Lord to clasp;
thou art Again that consummation she essayed; A nobler counsellor than my poor heart. But unsubstantial form eludes her grasp As often as that eager grasp was made: “But thou, though capable of sternest The phantom parts — but parts to
Wert kind as resolute, and good as brave; And
his place before her And he whose power restores thee hath sight.
Thou should'st elude the malice of the "Protesilaus, lo! thy guide is gone!
grave: Confirm, I pray, the vision with thy Redundant are thy locks, thy lips as voice:
fair This is our palace, — yonder is thy throne; As when their breath enriched ThessaSpeak, and the floor thou tread'st on will lian air.
rejoice. Not to appal me have the gods be “No spectre greets me,
no vain shadow stowed
this; This precious boon; and blest
Come, blooming hero, place thee by my abode."
Give, on this well-known couch, one nup“Great Jove, Laodamìa! doth not leave
tial kiss His gifts imperfect:- Spectre though I To me, this day, a second time thy be,
bride!” I am not sent to scare thee or deceive; Jove frowned in heaven: the conscious But in reward of thy fidelity.
Parcæ threw And something also did my worth ob Upon those roseate lips a Stygian hue.
tain; For fearless virtue bringeth boundless “This visage tells thee that my doom is gain.
Nor should the change be mourned, even “Thou knowest, the Delphic oracle fore
if the joys told
Of sense were able to return as fast That the first Greek who touched the And surely as they vanish. Earth deTrojan strand
stroys Should die; but me the threat could not Those raptures duly - Erebus disdains; withhold;
Calm pleasures there abide — majestic A generous cause a victim did demand;
pains. And forth I leapt upon the sandy plain; A self-devoted chief — by Hector slain.” “Be taught, O faithful consort, to con
trol "Supreme of Heroes - bravest, noblest, Rebellious passion: for the Gods approve best!
The depth, and not the tumult, of the Thy matchless courage
A fervent, not ungovernable, love. Which then, when tens of thousands were Thy transports moderate; and meekly deprest
mourn By doubt, propelled thee to the fatal When I depart, for brief is my soshore;
"But should suspense permit the foe to
cry, Behold they tremble! - haughty their
array, Yet of their number no
one dares to die?'
135 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
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
On those bright steps that heavenward
raise Their practicable way. Come forth, ye drooping old men, look
abroad, And see
to what fair countries ye are bound! And if some traveller, weary of his road,
55 Hath slept since noontide on the grassy
ground, Ye Genii! to his covert speed; And wake him with such gentle heed As may attune his soul to meet the dower Bestowed on this transcendent hour! 60
No sound is uttered, — but a deep
Eve! But long as god-like wish, or hope divine, Informs my spirit, ne'er can I believe 35 That this magnificence is wholly thine!
- From worlds not quickened by the sun A portion of the gift is won; An intermingling of Heaven's
is spread On ground which British shepherds
Such hues from their celestial urn
serve No less than Nature's threatening
'Tis past, the visionary splendor fades ; And night approaches with her shades.
TO A SKYLARK
(1825) Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares
abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and
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,
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 soar, but never bestrews roam;
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 see what was, and is, and will abide; And fies their memory fast almost as
Still glides the stream, and shall for ever they ;
glide; 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 and plains,