Memorials of a Tour in Some Parts of Greece: Chiefly Poetical |
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Page 127 - GREEK RELIGION. COULD we, though but for an hour, burst through those gates adamantine, Which, as the children of men pass onward in swift generation, Time's dark cavern along, are heavily closing behind them ! Could we but breathe the delight of the time when, fresh in his boyhood, Out of his own exuberant life, Man gave unto Nature, And new senses awoke, through every nerve of creation ! Waves of the old...
Page 8 - Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown, It must, or we shall rue it, We have a vision of our own, Ah ! why should we undo it...
Page 132 - ... with a curious pleasure. Thou art become, oh Echo ! a voice, an inanimate image ; Where is the palest of maids, dark-tressed, dark-wreathed with ivy, Who with her lips half-opened, and gazes of beautiful wonder, Quickly repeated the words that burst on her lonely recesses, Low in a love-lorn tone, too deep-distracted to answer ? What must have been thy Nature, oh Greece! when marvellous-lovely As it is now, it is only the tomb of an ancient existence ? MARATHON.
Page 21 - And fretful tumult, for a while is o'er, — He is borne gently, placidly along, And laid upon his own beloved shore, Even as a wearied child, in quiet sleep once more ! There is no part of that Archaic Lay, That strikes with such resistless power on me, As this pure artist-touch, this tender ray, A perfect-simple light of poesy ; Not the nice wiles of chaste Penelope, — Not the poor pining dog that died of joy, — Not the grey smoke the wanderer yearned to see, Whose wavings he had traced, a...
Page 131 - Yet ye are gone, ye are vanisht for ever, ye guardian Beings ! Who in the time-gnarled trunks, broad branches, and summer enchantment Held an essential life, and a power, as over your members, — Soothing the rage of the storm by your piteous moans of entreaty, Staying the impious axe in the paralysed hand of the woodman. Daphne, tremulous nymph, has fled the benignant asylum Which, in the shape of the laurel, she found from the heat of Apollo ; — Wan Narcissus has...
Page 139 - CORINTH, ON LEAVING GREECE. I STOOD upon that great Acropolis, The turret-gate of Nature's citadel, Where once again, from slavery's thick abyss Strangely delivered, Grecian warriors dwell. I watched the bosom of Parnassus swell, I traced Eleusis, Athens, Salamis, And that rude fane * below, which lives to tell Where reigned the City of luxurious bliss. Within the maze of great Antiquity My spirit wandered tremblingly along ; — As one who with rapt ears to a wild song Hearkens some while, — then...
Page 66 - Thus wert Thou made ideal everywhere ; From Thee the odorous plumes of Love were spread, Delight and plenty through all lands to bear, — From Thee the never-erring bolt was sped To curb the impious hand or blast the perjured head. How many a Boy, in his full noon of faith, Leaning against the Parthenon, half-blind With inner light, and holding in his breath, Awed by the image of his own high mind, Has seen the Goddess there so proudly shrined, Leave for awhile her loved especial home, And pass,...
Page 10 - Thou art a portal, whence the Orient, The long-desired, long-dreamt-of Orient, Opens upon us, with its stranger forms, Outlines immense and gleaming distances, And all the circumstance of faery-land. Not only with a present happiness, But taking from anticipated joys An added sense of actual bliss, we stand Upon thy cliffs, or tread the slopes that leave No interval of shingle, rock, or sand, Between their verdure and the Ocean's brow, — Whose olive-groves (unlike the darkling growth, That earns...