« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »
TO THE CUCKOO.
O BLITHE new-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice :
Or but a wandering voice ?
While I am lying on the grass,
Thy twofold shout I hear, That seems to fill the whole air's space . As loud far off as near.
Though babbling only to the vale
Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale
Of visionary hours.
Thrice welcome, darling of the spring !
Even yet thou art to me
A voice, a mystery;
The same whom in my schoolboy days
I listen’d to; that Cry . Which made me look a thousand ways,
In bush, and tree, and sky.
To seek thee did I often rove
Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope, a love
Still long'd for, never seen!
And I can listen to thee yet
Can lie upon the plain
That golden time again.
O blessed bird! the earth we pace
Again appears to be
That is fit home for thee !
LONDON AT SUNRISE. Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still !
NATURE never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
AN EQUATORIAL CALM.
The furrow follow'd free;
Into that silent sea.
A.1 in 10t, mi arner k7
se Wory sin, t. 100n. Rinit, in those ne nast tisí stand,
el segor han he noon.
The wory dee did rot-0 Christ!
Thatever this shumld be!
L'qon the slimy skin
Alunt, about, in reel and rout
The desith fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oila,
Bunt green, and blue, and white.
YE clouds ! that far above me float and pause,
Whose pathless march no mortal may control !
Ye ocean-waves ! that, wheresoe'er ye roll, Yield homage only to eternal laws ! Ye woods ! that listen to the night-bird's singing,
Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined, Save when your own imperious branches, swinging,
Have made a solemn music of the wind !
How oft, pursuing fancies holy,
Inspired beyond the guess of folly, By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound ! O ye loud waves! and O ye forests high ! And 0 ye clouds that far above me soar'd ! Thou rising sun ! thou blue rejoicing sky!
Yea, everything that is and will be free !
Bear witness for me, wheresoe'er ye be, With what deep worship I have still adored
The spirit of divinest Liberty.
Why sitt'st thou by that ruin'd hall,
Thou aged carle, so stern and gray ?
Or ponder how it pass'd away?