Childhood and youth, friendship, and love's first glow, Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore. Thus, having been, that thou shouldst cease to be. FEELINGS OF A REPUBLICAN ON THE FALL OF BONAPARTE. I HATED thee, fallen Tyrant! I did groan To think that a most unambitious slave, Like thou, should dance and revel on the grave A frail and bloody pomp, which Time has swept For this, I prayed, would on thy sleep have crept, And stifled thee their minister. I know Than Force or Fraud: old Custom, Legal Crime, LINES. 1. THE cold earth slept below; With a chilling sound, From caves of ice and fields of snow 2. The wintry hedge was black; The green grass was not seen; On the bare thorn's breast, Whose roots, beside the pathway track, 3. Thine eyes glowed in the glare On a sluggish stream Gleams dimly, so the moon shone there; 4. The moon made thy lips pale, beloved; On thy dear head Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie POEMS WRITTEN IN 1816. THE SUNSET. THERE late was one within whose subtle being, That night the youth and lady mingled lay That stroke. The lady died not nor grew wild, Day's ruddy light. The tomb of thy dead self "Inheritor of more than earth can give, HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY. 1. THE awful shadow of some unseen Power Each human heart and countenance; Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread, Like memory of music fled, Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery. 2. Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain river; Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown Why fear and dream and death and birth Such gloom; why man has such a scope 3. No voice from some sublimer world hath ever To sage or poet these responses given : Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven, Frail spells, whose uttered charm might not avail to sever, Doubt, chance, and mutability. Thy light alone, like mist o'er mountains driven, Through strings of some still instrument, Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream. Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art, That wax and wane in lovers' eyes! Thou that to human thought art nourishment, Depart not as thy shadow came : Depart not, lest the grave should be, Like life and fear, a dark reality! 5. While yet a boy, I sought for ghosts, and sped I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed. When, musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy! 6. I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine: have I not kept the vow? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave. They have in visioned bowers Outwatched with me the envious night : |