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E Rehe surmther Presses in the trees are gone,
RE, in gale,
the woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
have put their glory on,
The mountains that infold, in their wide sweep, the coloured landscape round, seem groups of giant kings, in purple and gold,
that guard the enchanted ground.
I roam the woods that crown
on the green fields below,
My steps are not alone in these bright walks; the sweet south-west, at play, flies, rustling, where the painted leaves are strewn along the winding way.
W. C. BRYANT
THE POWER OF MUSIC
THE Gift to king Amphion
that walled a city with its melody was for belief no dream :thy skill, Arion ! could humanise the creatures of the sea, where men were monsters. A last grace he craves, leave for one chant;—the dulcet sound steals from the deck o'er willing waves, and listening dolphins gather round. Self-cast, as with a desperate course, 'mid that strange audience, he bestrides a proud One docile as a managed horse; and singing, while the accordant hand sweeps his harp, the Master rides ; so shall he touch at length a friendly strand, and he, with his preserver, shine star-bright in memory, through silent night.
THE SPIRIT IN COMUS TO SABRINA
sprung of old Anchises' line,
WISH I was by that dim Lake,
where sinful souls their farewell take of this vain world, and half-way lie in death's cold shadow, ere they die. There, there, far from thee, deceitful world, my home should be; where, come what might of gloom and pain, false hope should ne'er deceive again. The lifeless sky, the mournful sound of unseen waters falling round; the dry leaves, quivering o'er my head, like man, unquiet, ev'n when dead ! these, aye, these shall wean my soul from life's deluding scene, and turn each thought, o'ercharged with gloom, like willows downwards tow'rds the tomb.
RARELY, rarely fomest thou,
many a day and night?
How shall ever one like me
win thee back again ?
thou wilt scoff at pain.
As a lizard with the shade
of a trembling leaf,
even the sighs of grief
and reproach thou wilt not hear. 259 I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of Delight!
and the starry night ;
of the radiant frost;
I love Love—though he has wings,
and like light can flee,
Spirit, I love thee-
P. B. SHELLEY
OW sweet the answer Echo makes
to Music at night
THE WINTER'S EVENING
'HE sun is sinking in the fiery west;
the clouds are rushing on their wild, wet wings; the lightning, like an eagle from its nest,
in dazzling circles round the mountain springs;
the groaning forest in the whirlwind swings, strewing the marble cliffs with branches hoar;
with cries of startled wolves the valley rings: and when the sullen sounds of earth are o'er, ocean lifts up his voice, and thunders on the shore. Now close the portal !—'Tis the hour of hours !
though ancient Winter lords it o'er the sky, and the snow thickens on our leafless bowers;
for now the few we love on earth are nigh.
lanthe ! shall the livelong eve pass by without one song from that red lip of thine ?
come, fill the bowls, and heap the faggots high ! to birds and flowers let Summer's morning shine, to nobler man alone the Winter eve's divine.
262 TO LUCASTA, ON GOING BEYOND THE SEAS
F to be absent were to be
away from thee;
you or I were alone ;
then, my Lucasta, might I crave pity from blustering wind, or swallowing wave. Though seas and land betwixt us both,
our faith and troth, like separated souls,
all time and space controls :
above the highest sphere we meet unseen, unknown, and greet as Angels greet. So then we do anticipate
if thus our lips and eyes
can speak like spirits unconfined in Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.
CHEN riseth Lacedæmon's hardihood,
when Thebes Epaminondas rears again, when Athens' children are with hearts endued, when Grecian mothers shall give birth to men, then may'st thou be restored ; but not till then. A thousand years scarce serve to form a state ; an hour may lay it in the dust, and when
can man its shatter'd splendour renovate, recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate ?
Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ;
still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare ;