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“Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light,Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus’dA Spirit of activity and life,That knows no term, cessation, or decay;That fades not when the lamp of earthly life,Extinguish’d in the dampness of the grave,Awhile…
‘Thus do the generations of the earth Go to the grave and issue from the womb, Surviving still the imperishable change That renovates the world; even as the leaves Which the keen frost-wind of the waning year Has scattered on…
‘How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening’s ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven’s ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls,…
‘Fairy!’ the Spirit said, And on the Queen of Spells Fixed her ethereal eyes, ‘I thank thee. Thou hast given A boon which I will not resign, and taught A lesson not to be unlearned. I know The past, and…
If solitude hath ever led thy steps To the wild ocean’s echoing shore, And thou hast lingered there, Until the sun’s broad orb Seemed resting on the burnished wave, Thou must have marked the lines Of purple gold that motionless…
How wonderful is Death, Death, and his brother Sleep! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean’s wave It blushes o’er the world; Yet both so passing…
PART I There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel,Had grown quite weak and gray before his time;Nor any could the restless griefs unravel Which burned within him, withering up his primeAnd goading him, like fiends, from land…
Extract from Poetical Essay Millions to fight compell’d, to fight or dieIn mangled heaps on War’s red altar lie . . .When the legal murders swell the lists of pride;When glory’s views the titled idiot guide
BY MICHING MALLECHO, Esq. Is it a party in a parlour, Crammed just as they on earth were crammed, Some sipping punch—some sipping tea; But, as you by their faces see, All silent, and all—damned! Peter Bell, by W. Wordsworth.…
Serene in his unconquerable mightEndued[,] the Almighty King, his steadfast throneEncompassed unapproachably with powerAnd darkness and deep solitude an aweStood like a black cloud on some aery cliffEmbosoming its lightning—in his sightUnnumbered glorious spirits trembling stoodLike slaves before their Lord—prostrate…