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Bold mortal! thou dost ape the skeleton
That satirizes man and all his doings
From every opened grave; and shouldst seem one,
But for the glow-worm which is in thine eyes,

And certain airs that from thy lips arise:
Why, now to see thee at thine amorous coolings,
Or gravely preaching immortality,
To which thy living death’s-head gives the lie,

Would make the shadow that all life receiveth
Shake his dim sides with horrible derision.
Tell us, old Calvus! what about thee cleaveth,

To make distinction still between the vision
Of a death’s-head and thine? Get thee false hair,
For thy sole privilege to upper air.]]>
Bold mortal! thou dost ape the skeleton
That satirizes man and all his doings
From every opened grave; and shouldst seem one,
But for the glow-worm which is in thine eyes,

And certain airs that from thy lips arise:
Why, now to see thee at thine amorous coolings,
Or gravely preaching immortality,
To which thy living death’s-head gives the lie,

Would make the shadow that all life receiveth
Shake his dim sides with horrible derision.
Tell us, old Calvus! what about thee cleaveth,

To make distinction still between the vision
Of a death’s-head and thine? Get thee false hair,
For thy sole privilege to upper air.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14328 Mon, 07 May 2007 09:00:09 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14328
There is a mighty dawning on the earth
Of human glory; dreams unknown before
Fill the mind’s boundless world, and wondrous birth
Is given to great thought; and deep-drawn lore,

But late a hidden fount, at which a few
Quaffed and were glad, is now a flowing river,
Which the parched nations may approach and view,
Kneel down and drink; or float on it forever;

The bonds of spirit are asunder broken,
And matter makes a very sport of distance;
On every side appears a silent token

Of what will be hereafter, when existence
Shall even become a pure and equal thing,
And earth sweep high as heaven, on solemn wing.]]>
There is a mighty dawning on the earth
Of human glory; dreams unknown before
Fill the mind’s boundless world, and wondrous birth
Is given to great thought; and deep-drawn lore,

But late a hidden fount, at which a few
Quaffed and were glad, is now a flowing river,
Which the parched nations may approach and view,
Kneel down and drink; or float on it forever;

The bonds of spirit are asunder broken,
And matter makes a very sport of distance;
On every side appears a silent token

Of what will be hereafter, when existence
Shall even become a pure and equal thing,
And earth sweep high as heaven, on solemn wing.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14327 Mon, 07 May 2007 08:59:37 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14327
Holy and mighty Poet of the spirit
That broods and breathes along the universe!
In the least portion of whose starry verse
Is the great breath the spheréd heavens inherit –

No human song is eloquent as thine;
For, by a reasoning instinct all divine,
Thou feel’st it the soul of things; and thereof singing,
With all the madness of a skylark, springing

From earth to heaven, the intensenses of thy strain,
Like the lark’s music, all around is ringing,
Laps us in God’s own heart, and we regain

Our primal life ethernal! Men profane
Blaspheme thee; I have heard thee dreamer styled –
I’ ve mused upon this wakefulness – and smiled.]]>
Holy and mighty Poet of the spirit
That broods and breathes along the universe!
In the least portion of whose starry verse
Is the great breath the spheréd heavens inherit –

No human song is eloquent as thine;
For, by a reasoning instinct all divine,
Thou feel’st it the soul of things; and thereof singing,
With all the madness of a skylark, springing

From earth to heaven, the intensenses of thy strain,
Like the lark’s music, all around is ringing,
Laps us in God’s own heart, and we regain

Our primal life ethernal! Men profane
Blaspheme thee; I have heard thee dreamer styled –
I’ ve mused upon this wakefulness – and smiled.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14326 Mon, 07 May 2007 08:59:06 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14326
Two heavenly doves I saw, which were indeed
Sweet birds and gentle, - like the immortal pair
That waft the Cyprian chariot through the air, -
And with their songs made music, to exceed

All thought of what rich poesy might be;
At which a crow, perched on a sullen tree,
Dingy and hoarse, made baser by their brightness,
Would fain be judje of melody and whiteness,

And cawed dire sentence on those sweet-throat turtles;
To which his fellow-flock of carrion things
Croaked clamorous assent; but still the wings

Of those pure birds are white amid the myrtles
Of every grove, where cull they nectar’s seed,
Whilst still on cold, dead flesh, those carrion creatures feed.]]>
Two heavenly doves I saw, which were indeed
Sweet birds and gentle, - like the immortal pair
That waft the Cyprian chariot through the air, -
And with their songs made music, to exceed

All thought of what rich poesy might be;
At which a crow, perched on a sullen tree,
Dingy and hoarse, made baser by their brightness,
Would fain be judje of melody and whiteness,

And cawed dire sentence on those sweet-throat turtles;
To which his fellow-flock of carrion things
Croaked clamorous assent; but still the wings

Of those pure birds are white amid the myrtles
Of every grove, where cull they nectar’s seed,
Whilst still on cold, dead flesh, those carrion creatures feed.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14325 Mon, 07 May 2007 08:24:09 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14325
My piercéd life was all ablood with sorrow
For, suddenly, the veil of beauty thrown
By glorifying youth over sweet to-morrow
Fell, and disclosed to me the future's frown;
Within the wrinkles of whose unread brow
There was a lurking something which till then
I dreamed not hung before the lives of men,
Ready to fall upon them as they grow
Into the longer knowledge of brief years:
Blank vacancy; and doubt; and strangled tears
That never reach the eyelids; vanishing
Of all sweet things we love; death-beds; and graves;
And shadowy wrecks, where pale hopes trembling cling,
Heart-faint, and stifled by continual waves!]]>
My piercéd life was all ablood with sorrow
For, suddenly, the veil of beauty thrown
By glorifying youth over sweet to-morrow
Fell, and disclosed to me the future's frown;
Within the wrinkles of whose unread brow
There was a lurking something which till then
I dreamed not hung before the lives of men,
Ready to fall upon them as they grow
Into the longer knowledge of brief years:
Blank vacancy; and doubt; and strangled tears
That never reach the eyelids; vanishing
Of all sweet things we love; death-beds; and graves;
And shadowy wrecks, where pale hopes trembling cling,
Heart-faint, and stifled by continual waves!]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14324 Mon, 07 May 2007 08:23:42 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14324
I read of 'Julian' and 'Count Maddalo'
Till in their spirits' presence stood my soul;
And blending with their sympathy of woe
A tempest woke my thoughts, and they gan roll,
Billow on billow, toward eternity--
And passion's cloud hung over the vast sea.
Where is the essence now that thought and spoke?
Absorbed like water, the frail vessel broke
That held it trembling from the sand awhile?
Or doth it quiver still; and, quivering, smile
At the now cleared-up mystery of creation?
Which shook it once even to its mortal seat,
Which seems the brain and heart, that burn and beat
Till life pants darkly for annihilation.]]>
I read of 'Julian' and 'Count Maddalo'
Till in their spirits' presence stood my soul;
And blending with their sympathy of woe
A tempest woke my thoughts, and they gan roll,
Billow on billow, toward eternity--
And passion's cloud hung over the vast sea.
Where is the essence now that thought and spoke?
Absorbed like water, the frail vessel broke
That held it trembling from the sand awhile?
Or doth it quiver still; and, quivering, smile
At the now cleared-up mystery of creation?
Which shook it once even to its mortal seat,
Which seems the brain and heart, that burn and beat
Till life pants darkly for annihilation.]]>