HENRY KIRKE WHITE. 1785-1806. THOUGHTS OF DEATH. As thus oppressed with many a heavy care, When I no more can hear, these woods will speak; And then a sad smile plays upon my cheek, And mournful phantasies upon me throng, And I do ponder with most strange delight On the calm slumbers of the dead man's night. K JOHN WILSON. 1785-1854. THE EVENING CLOUD. A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun, A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow; Tranquil its spirit seemed and floated slow; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous West. Emblem, methought, of the departed soul, To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given; And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right onwards to the golden gates of Heaven; Where to the eye of Faith it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious destinies. ON THE CASTLE OF CHILLON. LORD BYRON. ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind! 1788-1824. Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art— For there thy habitation is the heart— The heart which love of Thee alone can bind; And thy sad floor an altar, for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. 1792-1822. POLITICAL GREATNESS. NOR happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts, Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame :— History is but the shadow of their shame; Art veils her glass, or from the pageant starts, As to oblivion their blind millions fleet Staining that heaven with obscene imagery Of their own likeness. What are numbers knit By force or custom? Man who man would be Must rule the empire of himself; in it Must be supreme, establishing his throne. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. 1792-1822. OZYMANDIAS. I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' |