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I.Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes,Waft repose to some bosom as faithful as fair,In which the warm current of love never freezes,As it rises unmingled with selfishness there,Which, untainted by pride, unpolluted by care,Might dissolve the dim…
By the mossy brink,With me the Prince shall sit and think;Shall muse in visioned Regency,Rapt in bright dreams of dawning Royalty.
I.The odour from the flower is goneWhich like thy kisses breathed on me;The colour from the flower is flownWhich glowed of thee and only thee! II.A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form,It lies on my abandoned breast,And mocks the heart which yet…
A TRAGEDY IN TWO ACTSTranslated from the Original Doric ‘Choose Reform or Civil War,When through thy streets, instead of hare with dogs,A Consort-Queen shall hunt a King with hogs,Riding on the IONIAN MINOTAUR.’DRAMATIS PERSONAETyrant Swellfoot, King of Thebes.Iona Taurina, his…
EPODE 1a.I stood within the City disinterred;And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfallsOf spirits passing through the streets; and heardThe Mountain’s slumberous voice at intervalsThrill through those roofless halls;The oracular thunder penetrating shookThe listening soul in my suspended blood;I…
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.—BYRON.I.A glorious people vibrated againThe lightning of the nations: LibertyFrom heart to heart, from tower to tower, o’er Spain,Scattering contagious fire into the sky,Gleamed. My soul spurned…
CHORUS OF SPIRITS:FIRST SPIRIT:Palace-roof of cloudless nights!Paradise of golden lights!Deep, immeasurable, vast,Which art now, and which wert thenOf the Present and the Past,Of the eternal Where and When,Presence-chamber, temple, home,Ever-canopying dome,Of acts and ages yet to come!Glorious shapes have life…
O thou immortal deityWhose throne is in the depth of human thought,I do adjure thy power and theeBy all that man may be, by all that he is not,By all that he has been and yet must be!
O that a chariot of cloud were mine!Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air,When the moon over the ocean’s lineIs spreading the locks of her bright gray hair.O that a chariot of cloud were mine! I would sail…
I.The flower that smiles to-dayTo-morrow dies;All that we wish to stayTempts and then flies.What is this world’s delight?Lightning that mocks the night,Brief even as bright. II.Virtue, how frail it is!Friendship how rare!Love, how it sells poor blissFor proud despair!But we,…