a sad

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


55 unite,

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

I bewail

soul; more,

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;

journ —








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"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



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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

she lay.

Had this effulgence disappeared
With flying haste, I might have sent,
Among the speechless clouds, a look
Of blank astonishment;
But 'tis endued with power to stay,
And sanctify one closing day,
That frail Mortality may see
What is? — ah no, but what can be!
Time was when field and watery cove
With modulated echoes rang,
While choirs of fervent angels sang
Their vespers in the grove;
Or, crowning, star-like, each some

ereign height,


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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
And solemn harmony pervades
The hollow vale from steep to steep,
And penetrates the glades.
Far-distant images draw nigh,

Called forth by wondrous potency
Of beamy radiance, that imbues,
Whate'er it strikes, with gem-like hues!
In vision exquisitely clear,
Herds range along the mountain side; 30
And glistening antlers are descried;
And Ided Aocks appear.
Thine is the tranquil hour, purpureal

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
Were wont to stream before mine eye,
Where'er it wandered in the morn
Of blissful infancy.
This glimpse of glory, why renewed ?
Nay, rather speak with gratitude;
For, if a vestige of those gleams
Survived, 'twas only in my dreams.
Dread Power! whom peace and calmness

serve No less than Nature's threatening

If aught unworthy be my choice,
From Thee if I would swerve;
Oh, let thy grace remind me of the light
Full early lost, and fruitlessly deplored;
Which, at this moment, on my waking

Appears to shine, by miracle restored;
My soul, though yet confined to earth,
Rejoices in a second birth!

'Tis past, the visionary splendor fades ; And night approaches with her shades.






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(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

glade, (1820)

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

eyes, appear,

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

wise, (1820)

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,

have power




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