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Listen, listen, Mary mine,To the whisper of the Apennine,It bursts on the roof like the thunder’s roar,Or like the sea on a northern shore,Heard in its raging ebb and flowBy the captives pent in the cave below.The Apennine in the…
I.Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be,Last of the Romans, though thy memory claimFrom Brutus his own glory—and on theeRests the full splendour of his sacred fame:Nor he who dared make the foul tyrant quailAmid his cowering senate…
A:Not far from hence. From yonder pointed hill,Crowned with a ring of oaks, you may beholdA dark and barren field, through which there flows,Sluggish and black, a deep but narrow stream,Which the wind ripples not, and the fair moonGazes in…
I.It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky,Upon the cloudy mountain-peak supine;Below, far lands are seen tremblingly;Its horror and its beauty are divine.Upon its lips and eyelids seems to lieLoveliness like a shadow, from which shine,Fiery and lurid, struggling underneath,The agonies…
I.Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yellingRise on the night-rolling breath of the blast,When o’er the dark aether the tempest is swelling,And on eddying whirlwind the thunder-peal passed? II.For oft have I stood on the dark height…
… VI.No trump tells thy virtues—the grave where they restWith thy dust shall remain unpolluted by fame,Till thy foes, by the world and by fortune caressed,Shall pass like a mist from the light of thy name. VII.When the storm-cloud that…
Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered windWhich from thy wilds even now methinks I feel,Chasing the clouds that roll in wrath behind,And tightening the soul’s laxest nerves to steel;True mountain Liberty alone may healThe pain which Custom’s obduracies bring,And…
‘Here lieth One whose name was writ on water.But, ere the breath that could erase it blew,Death, in remorse for that fell slaughter,Death, the immortalizing winter, flewAthwart the stream,—and time’s printless torrent grewA scroll of crystal, blazoning the nameOf Adonais!
Her voice did quiver as we parted,Yet knew I not that heart was brokenFrom which it came, and I departedHeeding not the words then spoken.Misery—O Misery,This world is all too wide for thee.
There is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest. ~ Ecclesiastes.The pale, the cold, and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless nightSheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle, Ere…