Marcian Colonna: An Italian Tale; with Three Dramatic Scenes, and Other Poems

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John Warren, 1821 - 206 pages
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Page 47 - And pass like visions to their wonted home ; And come again, and vanish : the young Spring Looks ever bright with leaves and blossoming ; And Winter always winds his sullen horn...
Page 47 - Thou only, terrible Ocean, hast a power, A will, a voice, and in thy wrathful hour, When thou dost lift thine anger to the clouds, A fearful and magnificent beauty shrouds Thy broad green forehead. If thy waves be driven...
Page 46 - THOU vast Ocean ! ever-sounding Sea ! Thou symbol of a drear immensity ! Thou thing that windest round the solid world Like a huge animal, which, downward hurled From the black clouds, lies weltering and alone, Lashing and writhing till its strength be gone ! Thy voice is like the thunder, and thy sleep Is as a giant's slumber, loud and deep.
Page 44 - THERE was a Tempest brooding in the air, Far in the west. Above, the skies were fair, And the sun seemed to go in glory down — One small black cloud (one only), like a crown Touched his descending...
Page 118 - Like unto lovers' ears the wild words sung In garden bowers at twilight: like the sound Of Zephyr when he takes his nightly round In May, to see the roses all asleep: Or like the dim strain which along the deep The sea-maid utters to the sailors' ear, Telling of tempests, or of dangers near.
Page 46 - Is as a giant's slumber, loud and deep. Thou speakest in the east and in the west At once, and on thy heavily laden breast Fleets come and go, and shapes that have no life Or motion, yet are moved and meet in strife.
Page 47 - Give answer to the tempest-wakened air ; But o'er its wastes the weakly tenants range At will, and wound its bosom as they go : Ever the same, it hath no ebb, no flow; But in their stated rounds the seasons come, And pass like visions to their viewless home, And come again, and vanish : the young Spring Looks ever bright with leaves and blossoming; And Winter always winds his sullen horn...
Page 72 - Sounds and delights celestial;—and, above all, That feeling of a limitary power, Which strikes and circumscribes the soul, and speaks Dimly, but with a voice potential, of Wonders beyond the world, etherial, Starry, and pure, and sweet, and never ending. I cannot think that the great Mind of man, With its accumulated wisdoms too, Must perish ; why, the words he utters live ; And ia the Spirit which gives birth to things Below its own creations ? Who is there ? [An Officer enters.'} Off.
Page 47 - And fearful in thy spleeny humours bent, And lovely in repose. Thy summer form Is beautiful ; and when thy silver waves Make music in earth's dark and winding caves, I love to wander on thy pebbled beach, Marking the sunlight at the evening hour, And hearken to the thoughts thy waters teach — " Eternity, Eternity, and Power.
Page 103 - tis he : he comes to us From the depths of Tartarus. For what of evil doth he roam From his red and gloomy home, In the centre of the world, Where the sinful dead are hurled ? Mark him as he moves along, Drawn by horses black and strong, Such as may belong to Night, 'Ere she takes her morning flight. Now the chariot stops : the god On our grassy world hath trod : Like a Titan steppeth he, Yet full of his divinity. On his mighty shoulders lie Raven locks, and in his eye A cruel beauty, such as none...

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