From “The Mountain of the Lovers” LOVE scorns degrees; the low he lifteth high, The high he draweth down to that fair plain Whereon, in his divine equality, Two loving hearts may meet, nor meet in vain; ’Gainst such sweet levelling Custom cries amain, But o’er its harshest utterance one bland sigh, Breathed passion-wise, doth mount victorious still, For Love, earth’s lord, must have his lordly will.
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Beyond the sunset and the amber sea To the lone depths of ether, cold and bare, Thy influence, soul of all tranquillity, Hallows the earth and awes the reverent air; Yon laughing rivulet quells its silvery tune; The pines, like priestly watchers tall and grim, Stand mute against the... |
While sauntering through the crowded street, Some half-remembered face I meet, Albeit upon no mortal shore That face, methinks, has smiled before. Lost in a gay and festal throng, I tremble at some tender song,— Set to an air whose golden bars I must have heard in other stars. In sacred aisles I... |
I See the cloud-born squadrons of the gale, Their lines of rain like glittering spears deprest, While all the affrighted land grows darkly pale In flashing charge on earth’s half-shielded breast. Sounds like the rush of trampling columns float From that fierce conflict; volleyed thunders... |
She hath no beauty in her face Unless the chastened sweetness there, And meek long-suffering, yield a grace To make her mournful features fair:— Shunned by the gay, the proud, the young, She roams through dim, unsheltered ways; Nor lover’s vow, nor flatterer’s tongue Brings music to her... |
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I Think it is over, over, I think it is over at last: Voices of foemen and lover, The sweet and the bitter, have passed: Life, like a tempest of ocean Hath outblown its ultimate blast: There ’s but a faint sobbing seaward While the calm of the tide deepens leeward, And behold! like the... |
