Poems
Poems
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But how to Judge thee ! shall we chide Great Nature ; for their laughing pride Her roses ; for its headlong tide The mountain stream ; The poet's life, the poet's bride, The poet's dream?
Nay, for herself she wields the scourge Her own too sweet excess to purge ; Her starry purposes converge Beyond the sphere Of passion or ruin to which they urge Her creatures here.
Her poets least do they require Our censure to the withering fire Of their rich life and long desire A hapless prey, As from a slo...w funereal pyre, Consume away.
Thy soul is to the empyrean gone ; The verse in which it strove and shone, Quickened so painfully, lives on, And lightens forth, To shed a lustre never wan About the North.
MEROZ.
AN ODE. 1895.
"Curse ye Meroz, saith the angel of the Lord, curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof ; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty. " YE victims, cruelly forsaken, dead, And unavenged, whose dust and ashes piled In murderous drifts the winter through have been Unwept, unburied, on your desert hills ; Or whom to weep, and dress your mouldering bed With some poor weed, in those sparse vales but green That once you loved, new- coming April mild Perhaps from heaven a gentle shower distils ; Or, hurled from desperate crags, whose bones unseen Lie sepulchred in many a dark ravine, Washed by the melting snow ; you, spoiled of bread, Disarm6d, broken-hearted, crushed by dread Insensate force, by hideous art beguiled ; Whose streaming blood by infidels was shed, That stains the Orient red, And that great river to the Persian sea, Your martyrdom is also on our head !
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
But how to Judge thee ! shall we chide Great Nature ; for their laughing pride Her roses ; for its headlong tide The mountain stream ; The poet's life, the poet's bride, The poet's dream?
Nay, for herself she wields the scourge Her own too sweet excess to purge ; Her starry purposes converge Beyond the sphere Of passion or ruin to which they urge Her creatures here.
Her poets least do they require Our censure to the withering fire Of their rich life and long desire A hapless prey, As from a slo...w funereal pyre, Consume away.
Thy soul is to the empyrean gone ; The verse in which it strove and shone, Quickened so painfully, lives on, And lightens forth, To shed a lustre never wan About the North.
MEROZ.
AN ODE. 1895.
"Curse ye Meroz, saith the angel of the Lord, curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof ; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty. " YE victims, cruelly forsaken, dead, And unavenged, whose dust and ashes piled In murderous drifts the winter through have been Unwept, unburied, on your desert hills ; Or whom to weep, and dress your mouldering bed With some poor weed, in those sparse vales but green That once you loved, new- coming April mild Perhaps from heaven a gentle shower distils ; Or, hurled from desperate crags, whose bones unseen Lie sepulchred in many a dark ravine, Washed by the melting snow ; you, spoiled of bread, Disarm6d, broken-hearted, crushed by dread Insensate force, by hideous art beguiled ; Whose streaming blood by infidels was shed, That stains the Orient red, And that great river to the Persian sea, Your martyrdom is also on our head !
What to read after Poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by A Romney Arthur Romney Green to read onlineMoreLess
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