XVII. TO SLEEP. FOND words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep! XVIII. WITH Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, Some veering up and down, one knew not why. Come like a Giant from a haven broad; And lustily along the Bay she strode, When will she turn, and whither? She will brook XIX. TO THE RIVER DUDDON. O MOUNTAIN Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot Are privileged Inmates of deep solitude: A Field or two of brighter green, or Plot VOL. II. N XX.. 1 FROM THE ITALIAN OF MICHAEL ANGELO. YES! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, And I be undeluded, unbetray'd; For if of our affections none find grace In sight of Heaven, then, wherefore hath God made Love cannot have, than that in loving thee As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts. Of outward change, there blooms a deathless flower, That breathes on earth the air of paradise. XXI. FROM THE SAME. No mortal object did these eyes behold And hope of endless peace in me grew bold: Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold; Beyond the visible world She soars to seek, (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes: nor will he lend |