The Poets And the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century
The Poets And the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century
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TO stand upon a windy pinnacle, Beneath the infinite blue of the blue noon, And underfoot a valley terrible As that dim gulf, where sense and being swoon When the soul parts ; a giant valley strewn With giant rocks; asleep, and vast, and still, And far away. The torrent, which has hewn His pathway through the entrails of the hill, Now crawls along the bottom and anon Lifts up his voice, a muffled tremulous roar Borne on the wind an instant, and then gone Back to the caverns of the middle air... ; A voice as of a nation overthrown With beat of drums, when hosts have marched to war.
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Clutching the brink with hands and feet and knees, With trembling heart, and eyes grown strangely dim, A part thyself and parcel of the frieze Of that colossal temple raised to Time^ To gaze on horror, till, as in a crime, Thou and the rocks become accomplices.
There is no voice, no life, 'twixt thee and them.
No life ! Yet, look, far down upon the breeze Something has passed across the bosom bare Of the red rocks, a leaf, a shape, a shade.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
I.
TO stand upon a windy pinnacle, Beneath the infinite blue of the blue noon, And underfoot a valley terrible As that dim gulf, where sense and being swoon When the soul parts ; a giant valley strewn With giant rocks; asleep, and vast, and still, And far away. The torrent, which has hewn His pathway through the entrails of the hill, Now crawls along the bottom and anon Lifts up his voice, a muffled tremulous roar Borne on the wind an instant, and then gone Back to the caverns of the middle air... ; A voice as of a nation overthrown With beat of drums, when hosts have marched to war.
II.
Clutching the brink with hands and feet and knees, With trembling heart, and eyes grown strangely dim, A part thyself and parcel of the frieze Of that colossal temple raised to Time^ To gaze on horror, till, as in a crime, Thou and the rocks become accomplices.
There is no voice, no life, 'twixt thee and them.
No life ! Yet, look, far down upon the breeze Something has passed across the bosom bare Of the red rocks, a leaf, a shape, a shade.
What to read after The Poets And the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Miles Alfred Henry to read onlineMoreLess
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