Weave harmonies divine, yet ever new,

From difference sweet where discord cannot be. And hither come, sped on the charmed winds; 525 Which meet from all the points of heaven, as bees From every flower aerial Enna feeds,

526

At their known island-homes in Himera,
The echoes of the human world,

this is the mystic shell;

-Prom. III. iii. 34.

See the pale azure fading into silver
Lining it with a soft yet glowing light;

Looks it not like lulled music sleeping there?

-Prom. III. iii. 70.

527 Thou breathe into the many-folded shell, Loosening its mighty music; it shall be As thunder mingled with clear echoes;

528

The pine boughs are singing

Old songs with new gladness,
The billows and fountains
Fresh music are flinging

-Prom. III, iii. 80.

Like the notes of a spirit from land and from sea :

-Prom. IV. 48.

529 See, where the Spirits of the human mind
Wrapt in sweet sounds, as in bright veils, approach.

530

Listen too,

-Prom. IV. 81.

How every pause is filled with under-notes,
Clear, silver, icy, keen awakening tones,
Which pierce the sense, and live within the soul,
As the sharp stars pierce winter's crystal air
And gaze upon themselves within the sea.

-Prom. IV. 188.

531 Two visions of strange radiance float upon
The ocean-like enchantment of strong sound,
Which flows intenser, keener, deeper yet
Under the ground and through the windless air.

-Prom. IV. 202.

532

which as they roll

Over the grass, and flowers, and waves, wake sounds
Sweet as a singing rain of silver dew.

-Prom. IV. 233.

533 Oh, gentle Moon, the voice of thy delight
Falls on me like thy clear and tender light
Soothing the seaman borne the summer night
Through isles forever calm;

-Prom. IV. 495.

534 I rise as from a bath of sparkling water, A bath of azure light, among dark rocks, Out of the stream of sound.

-Prom. IV. 503.

535

Ah, me! sweet sister,

The stream of sound has ebbed away from us,
And you pretend to rise out of its wave,
Because your words fall like the clear, soft dew

Shaken from a bathing wood-nymph's limbs and hair.

-Prom. IV. 505.

536 And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue,
Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew
Of music so delicate, soft, and intense,
It was felt like an odour within the sense.

The quivering vapours of dim noon-tide, Which like a sea o'er the warm earth glide, In which every sound, and odour, and beam, 537 Move, as reeds in a single stream;

-Sens. P. I. 25.

-Sens. P. I. 90.

538 He had torn the cataracts from the hills, And they clanked at his girdle like manacles : —Sens. P. III. 92.

539

540

a loud, long, hoarse cry

Bursts at once from their vitals tremendously,

And 'tis borne down the mountainous vale of the wave,
Rebounding like thunder, from crag to cave,

the whirl and the splash

Vis. of Sea, 94.

As of some hideous engine whose brazen teeth smash
The thin winds and soft waves into thunder; the screams
And hissings crawl fast o'er the smooth ocean streams,
541 Each sound like a centipede.

- Vis. of Sen. 144.

542 Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight,

543

544

545

546

Keen as are the arrows

Of that silver sphere,

Whose intense lamp narrows

In the white dawn clear,

Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.

All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud

The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.

From rainbow clouds there flow not

Drops so bright to see,

As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.

Like a poet hidden

In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought

To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:

Like a high-born maiden

In a palace-tower,

Soothing her love-laden

Soul in secret hour

547 With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:

Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:

Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves.

550 My song, its pinions disarrayed of night,

551

-Skylark, 33.

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.

The beast

Has a loud trumpet like the Scarabee,

552 Dinging and singing,

-Ode to Lib. XIX.

-Ed. Tyr. 156.

From slumber I rung her,

Loud as the clank of an iron-monger;

More dulcet and symphonious than the bells
Of village towers on sunshine holiday,

554 And from her lips, as from a hyacinth full
555 Of honey-dew, a liquid murmur drops,

Killing the sense with passion; sweet as stops
Of planetary music heard in trance.

-Ed. Tyr. 236.

-Ed. Tyr. 122.

-Epips. 83.

556 Such difference without discord, as can make Those sweetest sounds, in which all spirits shake As trembling leaves in a continuous air?

-Epips. 144.

With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath,
He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of death.

-Adon. II.

-Adon. XXX.

560 And love taught grief to fall like music from his tongue

of impetuous fire

Which shakes the forest with its murmurings,
562 Now like the rush of the aerial wings
Of the enamoured wind among the treen
Whispering unimaginable things,

563

-Canc. Adon. 1.

Breathe low, low

The words which, like secret fire, shall glow
Through the veins of the frozen earth-

-Hell. 31.

564 When the fierce shout of Allah-illa-Allah!
Rose like the war cry of the northern wind
Which kills the sluggish clouds, and leaves a flock
Of wild swans struggling with the naked storm

565

566

Through the city
Like birds before a storm, the Santons shriek,

Thy words stream like a tempest
Of dazzling mist within my brain-they shake
567 The earth on which I stand, and hang like night
On Heaven above me-

--Hell. 290.

- Hell. 590.

-Hell. 786.

568 And crash of brazen mail as of the wreck Of adamantine mountains

-Hell. 821.

569 The sound of their oceans, the light of their sky,
The music and fragrance their solitudes breathe,
Burst, like morning on dream, or like heaven on death
Through the walls of our prison;

- Hell. 1055.

570 And, from the waves, sound like delight broke forth Harmonizing with solitude,

-Jul. & M. 25.

571 And those are his sweet, strains which charm the weight
From madmen's chains, and make this Hell appear
A Heaven of sacred silence hushed to hear.

572

573

574

I do but hide
Under these words like embers, every spark
Of that which has consumed me.

-Jul. & M. 259.

-Jul. & M. 503.

their thousand voices rose, They passed like aimless arrows from his ear.

-Prince A. I. 52.

the sweet enthusiasm
Which overflows in notes of liquid gladness,
Filling the sky like light!

-Prince A. II. ii. 37.

575 Then Plato's words of light in thee and me Lingered like moonlight in the moonless east,

-Prince A. II. ii. 61.

576 The waterfalls were voiceless-for their fountains
Were changed to mines of sunless fountains now,
Or by the curdling winds, like brazen wings
Which clanged along the mountain's marble brow,
Warped into adamantine fretwork, hung
And filled with frozen light the chasm below.

577

Like many a voice of one delight
The winds, the birds, the ocean floods,

-Prince A. II. iii. 25.

578 The City's voice itself is soft like Solitudes. -Stanzas in Dej. I.

579 With step as soft as wind it past

-Mask. XXX.

580 Lastly from the palaces

Where the murmur of distress
Echoes, like the distant sound
Of a wind alive around
Those prison halls,

581 Be your strong and simple words
Keen to wound as sharpened swords,
582 And wide as targes let them be
With their shade to cover ye.

583 Let the tyrants pour around

With a quick and startling sound,
Like the loosening of the sea
Troops of armed emblazonry.

584 And these words shall then become
Like oppression's thundered doom
Ringing through each heart and brain,
585 And her low voice was heard like love,
All familiar things he touched,
All common words he spoke, became to me
Like forms or signs of a diviner world.

585a

-Mask. LXX.

-Mask. LXXIV.

-Mask. LXXV.

-Mask. XC.
-Witch, V.

Fragm. of Dram. 55.

586 Your breath is like soft music, your words are
The echoes of a voice which on my heart
587 Sleeps like a melody of early days.

-Fragm. of Dram. 100.

588 Soft melodies, as sweet as April rain On silent leaves

-Fragm. of Dram. 182.

589

590

591

his words, like arrows Which know no aim beyond the archer's wit, Strike sometimes what eludes philosophy.

My word is as a wall

-Chas. I. II. 105.

Between thee and this world thine enemy--Chas. I. II. 204.

and that his words Sound like the echoes of our saddest fears?

592 So did that shape its obscure tenour keep Beside my path, as silent as a ghost;

593 Upon my heart thy accents sweet Of peace and pity fell like dew On flowers half dead ;

-Chas. I. II. 461.

-Tr. of L. 432.

-Lines to M. W. G. IV.

596 A breathless awe, like the swift change
Unseen, but felt in youthful slumbers,

Wild, sweet, but incommunicably strange,
Thou breathest now in fast ascending numbers.

-To Const. II.