What shall we call them? Piles of crystal light- Yes! as a drop of water in the sea, All this magnificence in thee is lost:— What are ten thousand worlds compared to thee? And what am I then ?-Heaven's unnumbered host, Though multiplied by myriads, and arrayed In all the glory of sublimest thought, Against thy greatness, is a cipher brought Naught! But the effluence of thy light divine, As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew. I am, O God! and surely thou must be! Thou art! directing, guiding all, thou art! On the last verge of mortal being stand, Close to the realms where angels have their birth, Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land! GOD. The chain of being is complete in me; I can command the lightning, and am dust! Whence came I here, and how? so marvellously Creator, yes! Thy wisdom and thy word Thy light, thy love, in their bright plenitude Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere, O thoughts ineffable! O visions blest! Though worthless our conceptions all of thee, God! thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar; 441 GABRIEL ROMANOWITCH DERZHAVIN. Translated by JOHN BOWRING. 19* And thou hast walked about (how strange a story)! 34 And whence, then, came these goodly stones 'twas Israel's pride to raise! 361 As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean....... 415 As I look from the isle o'er its billows of green.... 233 As life's unending column pours As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay . 240 219 As o'er the cold sepulchral stone.. A soldier of the legion lay dying in Algiers.. As yestermorn my years have flown away...... 118 64 As to the distant moon... At midnight, in his guarded tent.. At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead.... B. Behold this ruin ! 't is a skull. Between the dark and the daylight Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies. Bound upon the accursed tree Break, break, break.. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!. Bright flag at yonder tapering mast! Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of blisse.. C. Careless seems the great avenger; history's pages but record.................... 234 ................ Come in the evening, or come in the morning 113 Come into the garden, Maud............ 110 Come, take our boy, and we will go... 174 Come to me, dearest, I'm lonely without thee.. 115 Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn 137 Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas 310 "Courage," he cried, and pointed toward the land. 42 262 Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the East 58 Give, as the morning that flows out of heaven ..... Go, lovely rose ..... Grand rough old Martin Luther..... |