The Daemon Of The World. A Fragment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Nec tantum prodere vati | A |
| Quantum scire licet Venit aetas omnis in unam | B |
| Congeriem miserumque premunt tot saecula pectus | C |
| LUCAN Phars v | D |
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| How wonderful is Death | E |
| Death and his brother Sleep | F |
| One pale as yonder wan and horned moon | G |
| With lips of lurid blue | H |
| The other glowing like the vital morn | I |
| When throned on ocean's wave | J |
| It breathes over the world | A |
| Yet both so passing strange and wonderful | K |
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| Hath then the iron sceptred Skeleton | L |
| Whose reign is in the tainted sepulchres | C |
| To the hell dogs that couch beneath his throne | M |
| Cast that fair prey Must that divinest form | B |
| Which love and admiration cannot view | H |
| Without a beating heart whose azure veins | C |
| Steal like dark streams along a field of snow | N |
| Whose outline is as fair as marble clothed | A |
| In light of some sublimest mind decay | O |
| Nor putrefaction's breath | E |
| Leave aught of this pure spectacle | K |
| But loathsomeness and ruin | L |
| Spare aught but a dark theme | B |
| On which the lightest heart might moralize | C |
| Or is it but that downy winged slumbers | C |
| Have charmed their nurse coy Silence near her lids | C |
| To watch their own repose | C |
| Will they when morning's beam | B |
| Flows through those wells of light | A |
| Seek far from noise and day some western cave | J |
| Where woods and streams with soft and pausing winds | C |
| A lulling murmur weave | P |
| Ianthe doth not sleep | F |
| The dreamless sleep of death | E |
| Nor in her moonlight chamber silently | D |
| Doth Henry hear her regular pulses throb | Q |
| Or mark her delicate cheek | R |
| With interchange of hues mock the broad moon | G |
| Outwatching weary night | A |
| Without assured reward | A |
| Her dewy eyes are closed | A |
| On their translucent lids whose texture fine | S |
| Scarce hides the dark blue orbs that burn below | N |
| With unapparent fire | T |
| The baby Sleep is pillowed | A |
| Her golden tresses shade | A |
| The bosom's stainless pride | A |
| Twining like tendrils of the parasite | A |
| Around a marble column | U |
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| Hark whence that rushing sound | A |
| 'Tis like a wondrous strain that sweeps | C |
| Around a lonely ruin | L |
| When west winds sigh and evening waves respond | A |
| In whispers from the shore | V |
| 'Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes | C |
| Which from the unseen lyres of dells and groves | C |
| The genii of the breezes sweep | F |
| Floating on waves of music and of light | A |
| The chariot of the Daemon of the World | A |
| Descends in silent power | T |
| Its shape reposed within slight as some cloud | A |
| That catches but the palest tinge of day | A |
| When evening yields to night | A |
| Bright as that fibrous woof when stars indue | A |
| Its transitory robe | W |
| Four shapeless shadows bright and beautiful | K |
| Draw that strange car of glory reins of light | A |
| Check their unearthly speed they stop and fold | A |
| Their wings of braided air | X |
| The Daemon leaning from the ethereal car | Y |
| Gazed on the slumbering maid | A |
| Human eye hath ne'er beheld | A |
| A shape so wild so bright so beautiful | K |
| As that which o'er the maiden's charmed sleep | F |
| Waving a starry wand | A |
| Hung like a mist of light | A |
| Such sounds as breathed around like odorous winds | C |
| Of wakening spring arose | C |
| Filling the chamber and the moonlight sky | Z |
| Maiden the world's supremest spirit | A |
| Beneath the shadow of her wings | C |
| Folds all thy memory doth inherit | A |
| From ruin of divinest things | C |
| Feelings that lure thee to betray | A |
| And light of thoughts that pass away | A |
| For thou hast earned a mighty boon | G |
| The truths which wisest poets see | D |
| Dimly thy mind may make its own | M |
| Rewarding its own majesty | D |
| Entranced in some diviner mood | A |
| Of self oblivious solitude | A |
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| Custom and Faith and Power thou spurnest | A |
| From hate and awe thy heart is free | D |
| Ardent and pure as day thou burnest | A |
| For dark and cold mortality | A |
| A living light to cheer it long | A2 |
| The watch fires of the world among | B2 |
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| Therefore from nature's inner shrine | S |
| Where gods and fiends in worship bend | A |
| Majestic spirit be it thine | S |
| The flame to seize the veil to rend | A |
| Where the vast snake Eternity | A |
| In charmed sleep doth ever lie | Z |
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| All that inspires thy voice of love | C2 |
| Or speaks in thy unclosing eyes | C |
| Or through thy frame doth burn or move | D2 |
| Or think or feel awake arise | C |
| Spirit leave for mine and me | A |
| Earth's unsubstantial mimicry | A |
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| It ceased and from the mute and moveless frame | B |
| A radiant spirit arose | C |
| All beautiful in naked purity | A |
| Robed in its human hues it did ascend | A |
| Disparting as it went the silver clouds | C |
| It moved towards the car and took its seat | A |
| Beside the Daemon shape | E2 |
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| Obedient to the sweep of aery song | A2 |
| The mighty ministers | C |
| Unfurled their prismy wings | C |
| The magic car moved on | F2 |
| The night was fair innumerable stars | C |
| Studded heaven's dark blue vault | A |
| The eastern wave grew pale | G2 |
| With the first smile of morn | I |
| The magic car moved on | F2 |
| From the swift sweep of wings | C |
| The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew | H |
| And where the burning wheels | C |
| Eddied above the mountain's loftiest peak | R |
| Was traced a line of lightning | H2 |
| Now far above a rock the utmost verge | I2 |
| Of the wide earth it flew | H |
| The rival of the Andes whose dark brow | J2 |
| Frowned o'er the silver sea | A |
| Far far below the chariot's stormy path | K2 |
| Calm as a slumbering babe | L2 |
| Tremendous ocean lay | A |
| Its broad and silent mirror gave to view | H |
| The pale and waning stars | C |
| The chariot's fiery track | M2 |
| And the grey light of morn | I |
| Tingeing those fleecy clouds | C |
| That cradled in their folds the infant dawn | N2 |
| The chariot seemed to fly | Z |
| Through the abyss of an immense concave | J |
| Radiant with million constellations tinged | A |
| With shades of infinite colour | J2 |
| And semicircled with a belt | A |
| Flashing incessant meteors | C |
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| As they approached their goal | O2 |
| The winged shadows seemed to gather speed | A |
| The sea no longer was distinguished earth | P2 |
| Appeared a vast and shadowy sphere suspended | A |
| In the black concave of heaven | L |
| With the sun's cloudless orb | Q2 |
| Whose rays of rapid light | A |
| Parted around the chariot's swifter course | C |
| And fell like ocean's feathery spray | J2 |
| Dashed from the boiling surge | I2 |
| Before a vessel's prow | J2 |
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| The magic car moved on | F2 |
| Earth's distant orb appeared | A |
| The smallest light that twinkles in the heavens | C |
| Whilst round the chariot's way | J2 |
| Innumerable systems widely rolled | A |
| And countless spheres diffused | A |
| An ever varying glory | J2 |
| It was a sight of wonder Some were horned | A |
| And like the moon's argentine crescent hung | B2 |
| In the dark dome of heaven some did shed | A |
| A clear mild beam like Hesperus while the sea | J2 |
| Yet glows with fading sunlight others dashed | A |
| Athwart the night with trains of bickering fire | J2 |
| Like sphered worlds to death and ruin driven | L |
| Some shone like stars and as the chariot passed | A |
| Bedimmed all other light | A |
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| Spirit of Nature here | J2 |
| In this interminable wilderness | C |
| Of worlds at whose involved immensity | A |
| Even soaring fancy staggers | C |
| Here is thy fitting temple | K |
| Yet not the lightest leaf | R2 |
| That quivers to the passing breeze | C |
| Is less instinct with thee | J2 |
| Yet not the meanest worm | B |
| That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead | A |
| Less shares thy eternal breath | E |
| Spirit of Nature thou | J2 |
| Imperishable as this glorious scene | S2 |
| Here is thy fitting temple | K |
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| If solitude hath ever led thy steps | C |
| To the shore of the immeasurable sea | J2 |
| And thou hast lingered there | J2 |
| Until the sun's broad orb | Q2 |
| Seemed resting on the fiery line of ocean | L |
| Thou must have marked the braided webs of gold | A |
| That without motion hang | T2 |
| Over the sinking sphere | J2 |
| Thou must have marked the billowy mountain clouds | C |
| Edged with intolerable radiancy | C |
| Towering like rocks of jet | A |
| Above the burning deep | F |
| And yet there is a moment | A |
| When the sun's highest point | A |
| Peers like a star o'er ocean's western edge | U2 |
| When those far clouds of feathery purple gleam | B |
| Like fairy lands girt by some heavenly sea | C |
| Then has thy rapt imagination soared | A |
| Where in the midst of all existing things | C |
| The temple of the mightiest Daemon stands | C |
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| Yet not the golden islands | C |
| That gleam amid yon flood of purple light | A |
| Nor the feathery curtains | C |
| That canopy the sun's resplendent couch | V2 |
| Nor the burnished ocean waves | C |
| Paving that gorgeous dome | B |
| So fair so wonderful a sight | A |
| As the eternal temple could afford | A |
| The elements of all that human thought | A |
| Can frame of lovely or sublime did join | W2 |
| To rear the fabric of the fane nor aught | A |
| Of earth may image forth its majesty | A |
| Yet likest evening's vault that faery hall | X2 |
| As heaven low resting on the wave it spread | A |
| Its floors of flashing light | A |
| Its vast and azure dome | B |
| And on the verge of that obscure abyss | C |
| Where crystal battlements o'erhang the gulf | Y2 |
| Of the dark world ten thousand spheres diffuse | C |
| Their lustre through its adamantine gates | C |
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| The magic car no longer moved | A |
| The Daemon and the Spirit | A |
| Entered the eternal gates | C |
| Those clouds of aery gold | A |
| That slept in glittering billows | C |
| Beneath the azure canopy | A |
| With the ethereal footsteps trembled not | A |
| While slight and odorous mists | C |
| Floated to strains of thrilling melody | A |
| Through the vast columns and the pearly shrines | C |
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| The Daemon and the Spirit | A |
| Approached the overhanging battlement | A |
| Below lay stretched the boundless universe | C |
| There far as the remotest line | S |
| That limits swift imagination's flight | A |
| Unending orbs mingled in mazy motion | L |
| Immutably fulfilling | H2 |
| Eternal Nature's law | Z2 |
| Above below around | A |
| The circling systems formed | A |
| A wilderness of harmony | A |
| Each with undeviating aim | B |
| In eloquent silence through the depths of space | C |
| Pursued its wondrous way | J2 |
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| Awhile the Spirit paused in ecstasy | A |
| Yet soon she saw as the vast spheres swept by | Z |
| Strange things within their belted orbs appear | J2 |
| Like animated frenzies dimly moved | A |
| Shadows and skeletons and fiendly shapes | C |
| Thronging round human graves and o'er the dead | A |
| Sculpturing records for each memory | A |
| In verse such as malignant gods pronounce | C |
| Blasting the hopes of men when heaven and hell | A3 |
| Confounded burst in ruin o'er the world | A |
| And they did build vast trophies instruments | C |
| Of murder human bones barbaric gold | A |
| Skins torn from living men and towers of skulls | C |
| With sightless holes gazing on blinder heaven | L |
| Mitres and crowns and brazen chariots stained | A |
| With blood and scrolls of mystic wickedness | C |
| The sanguine codes of venerable crime | B |
| The likeness of a throned king came by | Z |
| When these had passed bearing upon his brow | J2 |
| A threefold crown his countenance was calm | B |
| His eye severe and cold but his right hand | A |
| Was charged with bloody coin and he did gnaw | Z2 |
| By fits with secret smiles a human heart | A |
| Concealed beneath his robe and motley shapes | C |
| A multitudinous throng around him knelt | A |
| With bosoms bare and bowed heads and false looks | C |
| Of true submission as the sphere rolled by | Z |
| Brooking no eye to witness their foul shame | B |
| Which human hearts must feel while human tongues | C |
| Tremble to speak they did rage horribly | A |
| Breathing in self contempt fierce blasphemies | C |
| Against the Daemon of the World and high | Z |
| Hurling their armed hands where the pure Spirit | A |
| Serene and inaccessibly secure | J2 |
| Stood on an isolated pinnacle | K |
| The flood of ages combating below | N |
| The depth of the unbounded universe | C |
| Above and all around | A |
| Necessity's unchanging harmony | A |
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| PART | A |
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| O happy Earth reality of Heaven | L |
| To which those restless powers that ceaselessly | A |
| Throng through the human universe aspire | J2 |
| Thou consummation of all mortal hope | B3 |
| Thou glorious prize of blindly working will | C3 |
| Whose rays diffused throughout all space and time | B |
| Verge to one point and blend for ever there | J2 |
| Of purest spirits thou pure dwelling place | C |
| Where care and sorrow impotence and crime | B |
| Languor disease and ignorance dare not come | U |
| O happy Earth reality of Heaven | L |
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| Genius has seen thee in her passionate dreams | C |
| And dim forebodings of thy loveliness | C |
| Haunting the human heart have there entwined | A |
| Those rooted hopes that the proud Power of Evil | K |
| Shall not for ever on this fairest world | A |
| Shake pestilence and war or that his slaves | C |
| With blasphemy for prayer and human blood | A |
| For sacrifice before his shrine for ever | J2 |
| In adoration bend or Erebus | C |
| With all its banded fiends shall not uprise | C |
| To overwhelm in envy and revenge | D3 |
| The dauntless and the good who dare to hurl | E3 |
| Defiance at his throne girt tho' it be | A |
| With Death's omnipotence Thou hast beheld | A |
| His empire o'er the present and the past | A |
| It was a desolate sight now gaze on mine | S |
| Futurity Thou hoary giant Time | B |
| Render thou up thy half devoured babes | C |
| And from the cradles of eternity | A |
| Where millions lie lulled to their portioned sleep | F |
| By the deep murmuring stream of passing things | C |
| Tear thou that gloomy shroud Spirit behold | A |
| Thy glorious destiny | A |
| The Spirit saw | C |
| The vast frame of the renovated world | A |
| Smile in the lap of Chaos and the sense | C |
| Of hope thro' her fine texture did suffuse | C |
| Such varying glow as summer evening casts | C |
| On undulating clouds and deepening lakes | C |
| Like the vague sighings of a wind at even | F3 |
| That wakes the wavelets of the slumbering sea | A |
| And dies on the creation of its breath | E |
| And sinks and rises fails and swells by fits | C |
| Was the sweet stream of thought that with wild motion | L |
| Flowed o'er the Spirit's human sympathies | C |
| The mighty tide of thought had paused awhile | G3 |
| Which from the Daemon now like Ocean's stream | B |
| Again began to pour | J2 |
| To me is given | L |
| The wonders of the human world to keep | F |
| Space matter time and mind let the sight | A |
| Renew and strengthen all thy failing hope | B3 |
| All things are recreated and the flame | B |
| Of consentaneous love inspires all life | H3 |
| The fertile bosom of the earth gives suck | I3 |
| To myriads who still grow beneath her care | J2 |
| Rewarding her with their pure perfectness | C |
| The balmy breathings of the wind inhale | G2 |
| Her virtues and diffuse them all abroad | A |
| Health floats amid the gentle atmosphere | J2 |
| Glows in the fruits and mantles on the stream | B |
| No storms deform the beaming brow of heaven | L |
| Nor scatter in the freshness of its pride | A |
| The foliage of the undecaying trees | C |
| But fruits are ever ripe flowers ever fair | J2 |
| And Autumn proudly bears her matron grace | C |
| Kindling a flush on the fair cheek of Spring | H2 |
| Whose virgin bloom beneath the ruddy fruit | A |
| Reflects its tint and blushes into love | C2 |
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| The habitable earth is full of bliss | C |
| Those wastes of frozen billows that were hurled | A |
| By everlasting snow storms round the poles | C |
| Where matter dared not vegetate nor live | J3 |
| But ceaseless frost round the vast solitude | A |
| Bound its broad zone of stillness are unloosed | A |
| And fragrant zephyrs there from spicy isles | C |
| Ruffle the placid ocean deep that rolls | C |
| Its broad bright surges to the sloping sand | A |
| Whose roar is wakened into echoings sweet | A |
| To murmur through the heaven breathing groves | C |
| And melodise with man's blest nature there | J2 |
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| The vast tract of the parched and sandy waste | A |
| Now teems with countless rills and shady woods | C |
| Corn fields and pastures and white cottages | C |
| And where the startled wilderness did hear | J2 |
| A savage conqueror stained in kindred blood | A |
| Hymmng his victory or the milder snake | K3 |
| Crushing the bones of some frail antelope | B3 |
| Within his brazen folds the dewy lawn | N2 |
| Offering sweet incense to the sunrise smiles | C |
| To see a babe before his mother's door | J2 |
| Share with the green and golden basilisk | K3 |
| That comes to lick his feet his morning's meal | L3 |
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| Those trackless deeps where many a weary sail | G2 |
| Has seen above the illimitable plain | M3 |
| Morning on night and night on morning rise | C |
| Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread | A |
| Its shadowy mountains on the sunbright sea | C |
| Where the loud roarings of the tempest waves | C |
| So long have mingled with the gusty wind | A |
| In melancholy loneliness and swept | A |
| The desert of those ocean solitudes | C |
| But vocal to the sea bird's harrowing shriek | K3 |
| The bellowing monster and the rushing storm | B |
| Now to the sweet and many mingling sounds | C |
| Of kindliest human impulses respond | A |
| Those lonely realms bright garden isles begem | B |
| With lightsome clouds and shining seas between | S2 |
| And fertile valleys resonant with bliss | C |
| Whilst green woods overcanopy the wave | J |
| Which like a toil worn labourer leaps to shore | J2 |
| To meet the kisses of the flowerets there | J2 |
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| Man chief perceives the change his being notes | C |
| The gradual renovation and defines | C |
| Each movement of its progress on his mind | A |
| Man where the gloom of the long polar night | A |
| Lowered o'er the snow clad rocks and frozen soil | N3 |
| Where scarce the hardiest herb that braves the frost | A |
| Basked in the moonlight's ineffectual glow | N |
| Shrank with the plants and darkened with the night | A |
| Nor where the tropics bound the realms of day | A |
| With a broad belt of mingling cloud and flame | B |
| Where blue mists through the unmoving atmosphere | J2 |
| Scattered the seeds of pestilence and fed | A |
| Unnatural vegetation where the land | A |
| Teemed with all earthquake tempest and disease | C |
| Was man a nobler being slavery | C |
| Had crushed him to his country's blood stained dust | A |
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| Even where the milder zone afforded man | O3 |
| A seeming shelter yet contagion there | J2 |
| Blighting his being with unnumbered ills | C |
| Spread like a quenchless fire nor truth availed | A |
| Till late to arrest its progress or create | A |
| That peace which first in bloodless victory waved | A |
| Her snowy standard o'er this favoured clime | B |
| There man was long the train bearer of slaves | C |
| The mimic of surrounding misery | C |
| The jackal of ambition's lion rage | P3 |
| The bloodhound of religion's hungry zeal | L3 |
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| Here now the human being stands adorning | K3 |
| This loveliest earth with taintless body and mind | A |
| Blest from his birth with all bland impulses | C |
| Which gently in his noble bosom wake | K3 |
| All kindly passions and all pure desires | C |
| Him still from hope to hope the bliss pursuing | K3 |
| Which from the exhaustless lore of human weal | L3 |
| Dawns on the virtuous mind the thoughts that rise | C |
| In time destroying infiniteness gift | A |
| With self enshrined eternity that mocks | C |
| The unprevailing hoariness of age | P3 |
| And man once fleeting o'er the transient scene | S2 |
| Swift as an unremembered vision stands | C |
| Immortal upon earth no longer now | J2 |
| He slays the beast that sports around his dwelling | K3 |
| And horribly devours its mangled flesh | Q3 |
| Or drinks its vital blood which like a stream | B |
| Of poison thro' his fevered veins did flow | L3 |
| Feeding a plague that secretly consumed | A |
| His feeble frame and kindling in his mind | A |
| Hatred despair and fear and vain belief | R2 |
| The germs of misery death disease and crime | B |
| No longer now the winged habitants | C |
| That in the woods their sweet lives sing away | A |
| Flee from the form of man but gather round | A |
| And prune their sunny feathers on the hands | C |
| Which little children stretch in friendly sport | A |
| Towards these dreadless partners of their play | A |
| All things are void of terror man has lost | A |
| His desolating privilege and stands | C |
| An equal amidst equals happiness | C |
| And science dawn though late upon the earth | P2 |
| Peace cheers the mind health renovates the frame | B |
| Disease and pleasure cease to mingle here | J2 |
| Reason and passion cease to combat there | J2 |
| Whilst mind unfettered o'er the earth extends | C |
| Its all subduing energies and wields | C |
| The sceptre of a vast dominion there | J2 |
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| Mild is the slow necessity of death | E |
| The tranquil spirit fails beneath its grasp | R3 |
| Without a groan almost without a fear | J2 |
| Resigned in peace to the necessity | C |
| Calm as a voyager to some distant land | A |
| And full of wonder full of hope as he | C |
| The deadly germs of languor and disease | C |
| Waste in the human frame and Nature gifts | C |
| With choicest boons her human worshippers | C |
| How vigorous now the athletic form of age | P3 |
| How clear its open and unwrinkled brow | J2 |
| Where neither avarice cunning pride or care | J2 |
| Had stamped the seal of grey deformity | C |
| On all the mingling lineaments of time | B |
| How lovely the intrepid front of youth | S3 |
| How sweet the smiles of taintless infancy | C |
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| Within the massy prison's mouldering courts | C |
| Fearless and free the ruddy children play | A |
| Weaving gay chaplets for their innocent brows | C |
| With the green ivy and the red wall flower | J2 |
| That mock the dungeon's unavailing gloom | B |
| The ponderous chains and gratings of strong iron | T3 |
| There rust amid the accumulated ruins | C |
| Now mingling slowly with their native earth | P2 |
| There the broad beam of day which feebly once | C |
| Lighted the cheek of lean captivity | C |
| With a pale and sickly glare now freely shines | C |
| On the pure smiles of infant playfulness | C |
| No more the shuddering voice of hoarse despair | J2 |
| Peals through the echoing vaults but soothing notes | C |
| Of ivy fingered winds and gladsome birds | C |
| And merriment are resonant around | A |
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| The fanes of Fear and Falsehood hear no more | J2 |
| The voice that once waked multitudes to war | J2 |
| Thundering thro' all their aisles but now respond | A |
| To the death dirge of the melancholy wind | A |
| It were a sight of awfulness to see | C |
| The works of faith and slavery so vast | A |
| So sumptuous yet withal so perishing | K3 |
| Even as the corpse that rests beneath their wall | L3 |
| A thousand mourners deck the pomp of death | E |
| To day the breathing marble glows above | C2 |
| To decorate its memory and tongues | C |
| Are busy of its life to morrow worms | C |
| In silence and in darkness seize their prey | A |
| These ruins soon leave not a wreck behind | A |
| Their elements wide scattered o'er the globe | W |
| To happier shapes are moulded and become | B |
| Ministrant to all blissful impulses | C |
| Thus human things are perfected and earth | P2 |
| Even as a child beneath its mother's love | C2 |
| Is strengthened in all excellence and grows | C |
| Fairer and nobler with each passing year | J2 |
| - | |
| Now Time his dusky pennons o'er the scene | S2 |
| Closes in steadfast darkness and the past | A |
| Fades from our charmed sight My task is done | L |
| Thy lore is learned Earth's wonders are thine own | M |
| With all the fear and all the hope they bring | K3 |
| My spells are past the present now recurs | C |
| Ah me a pathless wilderness remains | C |
| Yet unsubdued by man's reclaiming hand | A |
| - | |
| Yet human Spirit bravely hold thy course | C |
| Let virtue teach thee firmly to pursue | C |
| The gradual paths of an aspiring change | U3 |
| For birth and life and death and that strange state | A |
| Before the naked powers that thro' the world | A |
| Wander like winds have found a human home | B |
| All tend to perfect happiness and urge | I2 |
| The restless wheels of being on their way | A |
| Whose flashing spokes instinct with infinite life | H3 |
| Bicker and burn to gain their destined goal | L3 |
| For birth but wakes the universal mind | A |
| Whose mighty streams might else in silence flow | L3 |
| Thro' the vast world to individual sense | C |
| Of outward shows whose unexperienced shape | E2 |
| New modes of passion to its frame may lend | A |
| Life is its state of action and the store | J2 |
| Of all events is aggregated there | J2 |
| That variegate the eternal universe | C |
| Death is a gate of dreariness and gloom | B |
| That leads to azure isles and beaming skies | C |
| And happy regions of eternal hope | B3 |
| Therefore O Spirit fearlessly bear on | F2 |
| Though storms may break the primrose on its stalk | K3 |
| Though frosts may blight the freshness of its bloom | B |
| Yet spring's awakening breath will woo the earth | P2 |
| To feed with kindliest dews its favourite flower | J2 |
| That blooms in mossy banks and darksome glens | C |
| Lighting the green wood with its sunny smile | L3 |
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| Fear not then Spirit death's disrobing hand | A |
| So welcome when the tyrant is awake | K3 |
| So welcome when the bigot's hell torch flares | C |
| 'Tis but the voyage of a darksome hour | J2 |
| The transient gulf dream of a startling sleep | F |
| For what thou art shall perish utterly | C |
| But what is thine may never cease to be | C |
| Death is no foe to virtue earth has seen | S2 |
| Love's brightest roses on the scaffold bloom | B |
| Mingling with freedom's fadeless laurels there | J2 |
| And presaging the truth of visioned bliss | C |
| Are there not hopes within thee which this scene | S2 |
| Of linked and gradual being has confirmed | A |
| Hopes that not vainly thou and living fires | C |
| Of mind as radiant and as pure as thou | J2 |
| Have shone upon the paths of men return | T3 |
| Surpassing Spirit to that world where thou | J2 |
| Art destined an eternal war to wage | P3 |
| With tyranny and falsehood and uproot | A |
| The germs of misery from the human heart | A |
| Thine is the hand whose piety would soothe | V3 |
| The thorny pillow of unhappy crime | B |
| Whose impotence an easy pardon gains | C |
| Watching its wanderings as a friend's disease | C |
| Thine is the brow whose mildness would defy | Z |
| Its fiercest rage and brave its sternest will | L3 |
| When fenced by power and master of the world | A |
| Thou art sincere and good of resolute mind | A |
| Free from heart withering custom's cold control | L3 |
| Of passion lofty pure and unsubdued | A |
| Earth's pride and meanness could not vanquish thee | C |
| And therefore art thou worthy of the boon | G |
| Which thou hast now received virtue shall keep | F |
| Thy footsteps in the path that thou hast trod | A |
| And many days of beaming hope shall bless | C |
| Thy spotless life of sweet and sacred love | C2 |
| Go happy one and give that bosom joy | W3 |
| Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch | X3 |
| Light life and rapture from thy smile | L3 |
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| The Daemon called its winged ministers | C |
| Speechless with bliss the Spirit mounts the car | J2 |
| That rolled beside the crystal battlement | A |
| Bending her beamy eyes in thankfulness | C |
| The burning wheels inflame | B |
| The steep descent of Heaven's untrodden way | A |
| Fast and far the chariot flew | C |
| The mighty globes that rolled | A |
| Around the gate of the Eternal Fane | M3 |
| Lessened by slow degrees and soon appeared | A |
| Such tiny twinklers as the planet orbs | C |
| That ministering on the solar power | J2 |
| With borrowed light pursued their narrower way | A |
| Earth floated then below | L3 |
| The chariot paused a moment | A |
| The Spirit then descended | A |
| And from the earth departing | K3 |
| The shadows with swift wings | C |
| Speeded like thought upon the light of Heaven | L |
| - | |
| The Body and the Soul united then | Y3 |
| A gentle start convulsed Ianthe's frame | B |
| Her veiny eyelids quietly unclosed | A |
| Moveless awhile the dark blue orbs remained | A |
| She looked around in wonder and beheld | A |
| Henry who kneeled in silence by her couch | V2 |
| Watching her sleep with looks of speechless love | C2 |
| And the bright beaming stars | C |
| That through the casement shone | M |
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