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From her couch of snows
From cloud and from crag,
With many a jag, Shepherding her bright fountains.
She leapt down the rocks,
With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams ;
Her steps paved with green
The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams:
And gliding and springing
She went, ever singing, In murmurs as soft as sleep;
The Earth seemed to love her,
And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep.
And under the water
The Earth's white daughter Fled like a sunny beam;
Behind her descended
TIer billows, unblended
Like a gloomy stain
On the emerald main Alpheus rushed behind,
As an eagle pursuing
A dove to its ruin Down the streams of the cloudy wind.
On his glacier cold,
And opened a chasm
In the rocks;— with the spasm All Erymanthus shook.
And the black south wind
It concealed behind The urns of the silent snow,
And earthquake and thunder
Did rend in sunder
The beard and the hair
Of the River-god were
As he followed the light
Of the fleet nymph's flight To the brink of the Dorian deep.
iy Under the bowers
Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearlèd thrones,
Through the coral woods
Of the weltering floods, Over heaps of unvalued stones;
Through the dim beams
Which amid the streams Weave a network of coloured light;
And under the caves,
Where the shadowy waves Are as green as the forest's night :
Outspeeding the shark,
And the sword-fish dark, Under the ocean foam,
And up through the rifts
Of the mountain clifts
And now from their fountains
In Enna's mountains,
At sunrise they leap
From their cradles steep
At noontide they flow
Through the woods below
And at night they sleep
III “Oh, save me! Oh, guide me!
And bid the deep hide me, For he grasps me now by the hair!”
The loud Ocean heard,
To its blue depth stirred, And divided at her prayer;
Beneath the Ortygian shore;
Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam ; Like spirits that lie
My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; In the azure sky
the caves When they love but live no more.
Are filled with my bright presence, and
the air SONG OF PROSERPINE,
Leaves the green earth to my embraces
bare. WHILE GATHERING FLOWERS ON THE PLAIN OF ENNA
The sunbeams are my shafts, with which
Deceit, that loves the night and fears SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth,
the day; Thou from whose immortal bosom, All men who do or even imagine ill Gods, and men, and beasts have birth, Fly me, and from the glory of my Leaf and blade, and bud and
Good minds and open actions take new Breathe thine influence most divine
might, On thine own child, Proserpine. Until diminished by the reign of night.
Il with mists of evening dew
I feed the clouds, the rainbows and the Thou dost nourish these young
With their ethereal colours; the Till they grow, in scent and hue,
Moon's globe Fairest children of the hours,
And the pure stars in their eternal Breathe thine influence most divine
bowers On thine own child, Proserpine.
Are cinctured with my power as with
Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven HYMN OF APOLLO
may shine, Are portions of one power, which is
mine. The sleepless Hours who watch me as
I lie, Curtained with star-inwoven tapes. I stand at noon upon the peak of tries,
Heaven, From the broad moonlight of the sky, Then with unwilling steps I wander Fanning the busy dreams from my down
Into the clouds of the Atlantic even; Waken me when their Mother, the gray
For grief that I depart they weep and Dawn,
frown: Tells them that dreams and that the What look is more delightful than the moon is gone.
smile With which I soothe them from the
western isle ? Then I arise, and climbing Heaven's blue dome,
VI I walk over the mountains and the I am the eye with which the Universe waves,
Beholds itself and knows itself divine;
All harmony of instrument or verse, All wept, as I think both ye now would,
All prophecy, all medicine are mine, Il envy or age had not frozen your blood, All light of art or nature ;--to my song,
At the sorrow of my sweet pipings. Victory and praise in their own right belong
Liquid Peneus was flowing,
There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing
Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the The light of the dying day,
earth, Speeded by my sweet pipings. The constellated flower that never sets; The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns, Faint oxslips; tender bluebells, at And the Nymphs of the woods and whose birth waves,
The sod scarce heaved; and that tall To the edge of the moist river-lawns,
flower that wetsAnd the brink of the dewy caves, Like a child, half in tenderness and And all that did then attend and follow
mirthWere silent with love, as you now, Its mother's face with heaven's collected Apollo,
tears, With envy of my sweet pipings. When the low wind, its playmate's voice,
it hears. III I sang of the dancing stars,
I sang of the dædal Earth, And in the warm hedge grew lush And of Heaven-and the giant wars,
eglantine, And Love, and Death, and Birth,- Green cowbind and the moonlight
coloured May, Singing how down the vale of Menalus And cherry - blossoms, and white cups,
I pursued a maiden and clasp'd a reed: whose wine Gods and men, we are all deluded thus ! Was the bright dew, yet drained not It breaks in our bosom and then we by the day; bleed:
And wild roses, and ivy serpentine,
With its dark buds and leaves, wan
Second Spirit dering astray;
The deathless stars are bright above; And flowers azure, black, and streaked
If I would cross the shade of night, with gold,
Within my heart is the lamp of love, Fairer than any wakened eyes behold.
And that is day!
And the moon will smile with gentle And nearer to the river's trembling edge
light There grew broad flag-flowers, purple On my golden plumes where'er they prankt with white,
move; And starry river buds among the sedge,
The meteors will linger round my And floating water-lilies, broad and fight, bright,
And make night day. Which lit the oak that overhung the
First Spirit hedge With moonlight beams of their own But if the whirlwinds of darkness waken watery light;
Hail, and lightning, and stormy rain; And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep See, the bounds of the air are shakengreen
Night is coming! As soothed the dazzled eye with sober The red swift clouds of the hurricane sheen.
Yon declining sun have overtaken,
The clash of the hail sweeps over the Methought that of these visionary flowers plainI made a nosegay, bound in such a way
Night is coming! That the same hues, which in their natural bowers
Second Spirit Were mingled oropposed, the like array I see the light, and I hear the sound; Kept these imprisoned children of the I'll sail on the flood of the tempest Hours
dark, Within my hand, - and then, elate with the calm within and the light
around I hastened to the spot whence I had
Which makes night day : come,
And thou, when the gloom is deep That I might there present it !-oh! to and stark, whom?
Look from thy dull earth, slumber-bound,
On high, far away.
Some say there is a precipice
Wouldst float above the earth, beware! | O'er piles of snow and chasms of ice A Shadow tracks thy flight of fire
'Mid Alpine mountains; Night is coming !
And that the languid storm pursuing Bright are the regions of the air, That winged shape, for ever fies And among the winds and beams
Round those hoar branches, aye reIt were delight to wander there
newing Night is coming!
Its aëry fountains.
Some say when nights are dry and clear, The wreaths of stony myrtle, ivy, and And the death-dews sleep on the pine, morass,
Like winter leaves o'ergrown by Sweet whispers are heard by the traveller,
moulded snow, Which make night day:
Seemed only not to move and grow And a silver shape like his early love | Because the crystal silence of the air
Weighed on their life; even as the Upborne by her wild and glittering hair,
Power divine And when he awakes on the fragrant
Which then lulled all things, brooded grass,
He finds night day.
EPODE II a
EPODE I a
ODE TO NAPLES I
Then gentle winds arose
With many a mingled close
Of wild Æolian sound and mountainI stood within the city disinterred;2
odour keen; And heard the autumnal leaves like
And where the Baian ocean light footfalls
Welters with airlike motion, Of spirits passing through the streets; Within, above, around its bowers of and heard
starry green, The Mountain's slumberous voice at
Moving the sea-flowers in those purple intervals Thrill through those roofless halls;
Even as the ever stormless atmosThe oracular thunder penetrating shook
phere The listening soul in my suspended
Floats o'er the Elysian realm, blood;
It bore me like an Angel, o'er the I felt that Earth out of her deep heart spoke
Of sunlight, whose swist pinnace of I felt, but heard not :-through white
No storm can overwhelm;
I sailed, where ever flows
Under the calm Serene of azure :
A spirit of deep emotion Around me gleamed many a bright From the unknown graves sepulchre
Of the dead kings of Melody.3 Of whose pure beauty, Time, as if his Shadowy Aornos darkened o'er the helm pleasure
The horizontal ether; heaven stript bare Were to spare Death, had never made its depths over Elysium, where the prow erasure;
Made the invisible water white as snow; But every living lineament was clear
From that Typhæan mount, Inarime As in the sculptor's thought; and there
There streamed a sunlight vapour, i The Author has connected many recollec
like the standard tions of his visit to Pompeii and Baix with the
Of some ethereal host; enthusiasm excited by the intelligence of the
Whilst from all the coast, proclamation of a Constitutional Government at Naples. This has given a tinge of picturesque
Louder and louder, gathering round, and descriptive imagery to the introductory
there wandered Epodes which depicture these scenes, and some of the majestic feelings permanently connected Over the oracular woods and divine sea with the scene of this animating event. 9 Pompeii.
3 Homer and Virgil.