To judge, with solemn truth, life's ill-apportioned lot?

Blind Love, and equal Justice, and the
Fame

Of what has been, the Hope of what will
be?

O Liberty! if such could be thy name

Wert thou disjoined from these, or they from thee:

If thine or theirs were treasures to be bought By blood or tears, have not the wise and free

Wept tears, and blood like tears? The solemn harmony

XIX.

Paused, and the spirit of that mighty singing
To its abyss was suddenly withdrawn ;
Then, as a wild swan, when sublimely winging
Its path athwart the thunder-smoke of dawn,
Sinks headlong through the aërial golden light
On the heavy sounding plain,

When the bolt has pierced its brain;

As summer clouds dissolve, unburthened of

their rain;

As a far taper fades with fading night,

As a brief insect dies with dying day, My song, its pinions disarrayed of might, Drooped; o'er it closed the echoes far

away

Of the great voice which did its flight sustain, As waves which lately paved his watery way Hiss round a drowner's head in their tempestuous play.

Fragment: Weariness

Y head is heavy, my limbs are

weary,

And it is not life that makes me

move.

Cancelled Passage of the

Ode to Liberty

W

ITHIN a cavern of man's trackless spirit

Is throned an Image, so in

tensely fair

That the adventurous thoughts that wander

near it

Worship, and as they kneel tremble and

wear

The splendour of its presence, and the light Penetrates their dreamlike frame

Till they become charged with the strength of flame.

WENT into the deserts of dim sleep

That world which, like an un

known wilderness,

Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep.

Fragment: Consequence

The viewless and invisible Consequence
Watches thy goings-out and comings-in,
And... hovers o'er thy guilty sleep,
Unveiling every new-born deed, and thoughts
More ghastly than those deeds.

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:

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