Ahasuerus, the Wanderer: A Dramatic Legend in Six Parts

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G. and W. B. Whittaker, 1823 - 112 pages
 

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Page 92 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
Page 92 - As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute: — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Page 58 - Tier above tier, on fretted galleries piled, Until they glitter'd in the vault of heaven ! Whilst others in the fathomless abyss Of crags, that toppled as to overwhelm, Stood islanded ! On all sides I beheld The delicatest sculpture ; and within The vast and desolate courts, with grass o'ergrown, Sphynxes, and elephants, and obelisks, And columns fairer than Ionic, rose ! And who are they, that in these countless caves, Of unimaginable shapes, and arm'd With strange and mystic implements of death...
Page viii - Lincoln's-inn-fields; his reply was, "ask M., he best can answer the inquiry." Though I perfectly remembered the circumstance of having given the note in question to Mr. Shelley, some fifteen years ago, I had a very vague recollection of what it contained, nor at this distance of time can I trace its origin. Whether it was translated by a German master who at that time attended me, from his own language, or was partly his composition, and partly mine, or what its real history is, I am at this moment...
Page 93 - As the storms rock the ravens on high : Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Page 29 - Bending towards the left through grass that grew Upon its bank, impeded suddenly My going on. Water of purest hue On earth, would appear turbid and impure Compared with this, whose unconcealing dew...
Page 29 - I entered ; but no fear Of wandering from my way disturbed, when nigh A little stream appeared ; the grass that grew Thick on its banks impeded suddenly My going on. Water of purest dew On earth would appear turbid and impure Compared with this, whose unconcealing hue — Dark, dark, yet clear, moved under the obscure Of the close boughs, whose interwoven looms No ray of moon or sunshine would endure.
Page 29 - Like the sweet breathing of a child in sleep : Already had I lost myself so far Amid that tangled wilderness, that I Perceived not where I entered, but no fear Of wandering from my way disturbed, when nigh A little stream appeared ; the grass that grew Thick on its banks impeded suddenly My going on ; " Water, of purest dew On earth, would appear turbid and impure Compared with this, whose...
Page 15 - He thirsted for his likeness, and he found No bosom that could sympathise with his, Or dive into the fountains of his mind's Deep mysteries; none who could hold intercourse Or commune with his soul.

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