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I went into the deserts of dim sleep—That world which, like an unknown wilderness,Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep—
The death knell is ringingThe raven is singingThe earth worm is creepingThe mourners are weepingDing dong, bell—
A FRAGMENT PART I Nec tantum prodere vati,Quantum scire licet. Venit aetas omnis in unamCongeriem, miserumque premunt tot saecula pectus. Lucan, Phars. v. 176. How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!One pale as yonder wan and hornèd moon, With lips of…
A SATYRIC DRAMA TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF EURIPIDES.SILENUS.ULYSSES.CHORUS OF SATYRS.THE CYCLOPS.SILENUS:O Bacchus, what a world of toil, both nowAnd ere these limbs were overworn with age,Have I endured for thee! First, when thou fled’stThe mountain-nymphs who nursed thee, driven…
DRAMATIS PERSONÆCount Francesco Cenci.Giacomo, his Son.Bernardo, his Son.Cardinal Camillo.Orsino, a Prelate.Savella, the Pope’s Legate.Olimpio, Assassin.Marzio, Assassin.Andrea, Servant to Cenci.Nobles, Judges, Guards, Servants.Lucretia, Wife of Cenci, and Step-mother of his children.Beatrice, his Daughter.The Scene lies principally in Rome, but changes during…
Our boat is asleep on Serchio’s stream,Its sails are folded like thoughts in a dream,The helm sways idly, hither and thither;Dominic, the boatman, has brought the mast,And the oars, and the sails; but ’tis sleeping fast,Like a beast, unconscious of…
At the creation of the EarthPleasure, that divinest birth,From the soil of Heaven did rise,Wrapped in sweet wild melodies—Like an exhalation wreathingTo the sound of air low-breathingThrough Aeolian pines, which makeA shade and shelter to the lakeWhence it rises soft…
I.‘Do you not hear the Aziola cry?Methinks she must be nigh,’Said Mary, as we sateIn dusk, ere stars were lit, or candles brought;And I, who thoughtThis Aziola was some tedious woman,Asked, ‘Who is Aziola?’ How elateI felt to know that…
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon,Towards the end of the sunny month of June,When the north wind congregates in crowdsThe floating mountains of the silver cloudsFrom the horizon—and the stainless skyOpens beyond them like eternity.All things rejoiced beneath the…
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon,Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even:Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon,And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven. Pause not! The time is past! Every…