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FIRST SPIRIT:O thou, who plumed with strong desireWouldst float above the earth, beware!A Shadow tracks thy flight of fire—Night is coming!Bright are the regions of the air,And among the winds and beamsIt were delight to wander there—Night is coming! SECOND…
Amid the desolation of a city,Which was the cradle, and is now the graveOf an extinguished people,—so that Pity Weeps o’er the shipwrecks of Oblivion’s wave,There stands the Tower of Famine. It is builtUpon some prison-homes, whose dwellers rave For…
There late was One within whose subtle being,As light and wind within some delicate cloudThat fades amid the blue noon’s burning sky,Genius and death contended. None may knowThe sweetness of the joy which made his breathFail, like the trances of…
What was the shriek that struck Fancy’s earAs it sate on the ruins of time that is past?Hark! it floats on the fitful blast of the wind,And breathes to the pale moon a funeral sigh.It is the Benshie’s moan on…
I.Dar’st thou amid the varied multitudeTo live alone, an isolated thing?To see the busy beings round thee spring,And care for none; in thy calm solitude,A flower that scarce breathes in the desert rudeTo Zephyr’s passing wing? II.Not the swart Pariah…
And where is truth? On tombs? for such to theeHas been my heart—and thy dead memoryHas lain from childhood, many a changeful year,Unchangingly preserved and buried there.
PART 1.A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,And the young winds fed it with silver dew,And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light.And closed them beneath the kisses of Night. And the Spring arose on the garden fair,Like the…
The rude wind is singingThe dirge of the music dead;The cold worms are clingingWhere kisses were lately fed.
A scene, which ‘wildered fancy viewedIn the soul’s coldest solitude,With that same scene when peaceful loveFlings rapture’s colour o’er the grove,When mountain, meadow, wood and streamWith unalloying glory gleam,And to the spirit’s ear and eyeAre unison and harmony.The moonlight was…
Dearest, best and brightest,Come away,To the woods and to the fields!Dearer than this fairest dayWhich, like thee to those in sorrow,Comes to bid a sweet good-morrowTo the rough Year just awakeIn its cradle in the brake.The eldest of the Hours…