A Ah no! Awhile he paused. As a poor hunted stag He plunges in so Orpheus, seized and torn And then he struck from forth the strings a sound Of deep and fearful melody. Alas! In times long past, when fair Eurydice With her bright eyes sat listening by his side, While it flows musically through green banks, Ceaseless and pauseless, ever clear and fresh, There rose to Heaven a sound of angry song. 'Tis as a mighty cataract that parts Two sister rocks with waters swift and strong, And casts itself with horrid roar and din roar, And as it falls casts up a vapourous spray Of poesy. Unlike all human works, It never slackens, and through every change Wisdom and beauty and the power divine Of mighty poesy together dwell, Mingling in sweet accord. As I have seen A fierce south blast tear through the darkened sky, Driving along a rack of wingèd clouds, Which may not pause, but ever hurry on, stars, Twinkling and dim, peep from between the plumes. Anon the sky is cleared, and the high dome Of serene Heaven, starred with fiery flowers, Shuts in the shaken earth; or the still moon Swiftly, yet gracefully, begins her walk, Rising all bright behind the eastern hills. Of I talk of moon, and wind, and stars, and not but would I echo his high song, song; Nature must lend me words ne'er used before, Or I must borrow from her perfect works, To picture forth his perfect attributes. He does no longer sit upon his throne Of rock upon a desert herbless plain, And weeping willow-trees; all swift or slow, Has framed, while near his feet grim lions couch, And kids, fearless from love, creep near his lair. Fragment of a Satire on Satire F gibbets, axes, confiscations, chains, pains Of shame, of fiery Hell's tempes tuous wave, Seen through the caverns of the shadowy grave, Hurling the damned into the murky air While the meek blest sit smiling; if Despair And Hate, the rapid bloodhounds with which Terror Hunts through the world the homeless steps of Error, Are the true secrets of the commonweal To make men wise and just; And not the sophisms of revenge and fear, Bloodier than is revenge |