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And at the fruits thereof what shapes they Until it ceased; and still he kept them

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wide: Distinct, and visible; symbols divine, And still they were the same bright, Manifestations of that beauteous life

patient stars. Diffused unseen throughout eternal space; Then with a slow incline of his broad Of these new-formed art thou, O brightest breast, child!

Like to a diver in the pearly seas, 355 Of these, thy brethren and the God- Forward he stooped over the airy shore, desses!

And plunged all noiseless into the deep There is sad feud among ye, and rebellion night. Of son against his sire. I saw him fall, I saw my first-born tumbled from his

SONNETS throne! To me his arms were spread, to me his

ON FIRST LOOKING INTO. voice

CHAPMAN'S HOMER Found way from forth the thunders round his head!

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Much have I travelled in the realms of Pale wox I, and in vapors hid my face.

gold, Art thou, too, near such doom? vague fear

And many goodly states and kingdoms there is:

seen; For I have seen my sons most unlike Gods. Divine ye were created, and divine

Round many western islands have I

been In sad demeanor, solemn, undisturbed, 330 Unruffled like high Gods, ye lived and

Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.

Oft of one wide expanse had I been told 5 ruled:

That deep-browed Homer ruled as his Now I behold in you fear, hope, and wrath;

demesne; Actions of rage and passion; even as

Yet did I never breathe its pure serene I see them, on the mortal world beneath, In men who die.—This is the grief, O

| Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and

bold: Son!

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies Sad sign of ruin, sudden dismay, and fall! Yet do thou strive; as thou art capable,

When a new planet swims into his

ken; As thou canst move about, an evident

Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes God;

He stared at the Pacific-and all his men And canst oppose to each malignant hour

Looked at each other with a wild surmise-Ethereal presence:-I am but a voice; 340 My life is but the life of winds and tides;

Silent, upon a peak in Darien. No more than winds and tides can I

avail : But thou canst.—Be thou therefore in the WHEN I HAVE FEARS THAT I MAY van

CEASE TO BE Of circumstance; yea, seize the arrow's barb

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before the tense string murmur.—To the Before my pen has gleaned my teeming earth!

1 345 | brain, For there thou wilt find Saturn, and his Before high pilèd books, in charact'ry, woes.

Hold like rich garners the full-ripened Meantime I will keep watch on thy bright grain; sun,

When I behold, upon the night's starred And of thy seasons be a careful nurse.”— face,

5 Ere half this region-whisper had come | Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, down,

And think that I may never live to trace Hyperion arose, and on the stars

Their shadows, with the magic hand of Lifted his curvèd lids, and kept them wide chance;

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And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! | Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell 15 That I shall never look upon thee | Your manly hearts shall glow, more,

10 | As ye sweep through the deep, Never have relish in the faery power While the stormy winds do blow;

Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore While the battle rages loud and long, Of the wide world I stand alone, and think | And the stormy winds do blow. 20 Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Britannia needs no bulwark,

No towers along the steep; BRIGHT STAR! WOULD I WERE

Her march is o'er the mountain waves, STEADFAST AS THOU ART

Her home is on the deep.

With thunders from her native oak 25 Bright star! would I were steadfast as She quells the floods belowthou art

As they roar on the shore, Not in lone splendor hung aloft the

When the stormy winds do blow; night,

When the battle rages loud and long, And watching, with eternal lids apart, And the stormy winds do blow. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,

The meteor flag of England The moving waters at their priestlike task

Shall yet terrific burn, Of pure ablution round earth's human

Till danger's troubled night depart

And the star of peace return. shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask

Then, then, ye ocean-warriors!

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Our song and feast shall flow

To the fame of your name, moorsNo-yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,

When the storm has ceased to blow; Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening

When the fiery fight is heard no more, breast,

And the storm has ceased to blow. 40 To feel forever its soft fall and swell,

Awake forever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

THOMAS MOORE (1779–1862) And so live ever-or else swoon to death. THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING

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THOMAS CAMPBELL (17771844)
YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND

A NAVAL ODE
Ye mariners of England
That guard our native seas,
Whose flag has braved a thousand years
The battle and the breeze!
Your glorious standard launch again 5
To match another foe,
And sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow. 10

The time I've lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing

The light that lies

In woman's eyes,
Has been my heart's undoing. 5
Though Wisdom oft has sought me,
I scorned the lore she brought me,

My only books

Were woman's looks,
And folly's all they've taught me. 10
Her smile when Beauty granted,
I hung with gaze enchanted,

Like him the Sprite,

Whom maids by night
Oft meet in glen that's haunted. 15
Like him, too, Beauty won me,
But while her eyes were on me;

If once their ray

Was turned away,
Oh, winds could not outrun me. 20

The spirits of your fathers
Shall start from every wave!-
For the deck it was their field of fame,
And Ocean was their grave:

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Oft, in the stilly night,

Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, OH, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears,

Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the Of boyhood's years,

shade, The words of love then spoken; Where cold and unhonored his relics are The eyes that shone,

laid; Now dimmed and gone,

Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we The cheerful hearts now broken! 10 shed, Thus, in the stilly night,

As the night-dew that falls on the grass Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, o'er his head. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.

But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,

5 When I remember all

Shall brighten with verdure the grave The friends, so linked together,

where he sleeps; I've seen around me fall,

And the tear that we shed, though in secret Like leaves in wintry weather;

it rolls, I feel like one

Shall long keep his memory green Who treads alone

in our souls. Some banquet-hall deserted,

Whose lights are fled,

Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!

CHARLES WOLFE (1791–1823) Thus, in the stilly night,

Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE Sad Memory brings the light

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Of other days around me.

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart we hur-

ried; THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot TARA'S HALLS

I O'er the grave where our hero we buried.

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The harp that once through Tara's halls | We buried him darkly at dead of night, 5 The soul of music shed,

The sods with our bayonets turning; Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, As if that soul were fled.

And the lantern dimly burning.

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