To judge, with solemn truth, life's ill-apportioned lot? Blind Love, and equal Justice, and the Of what has been, the Hope of what will 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 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 |