With wing at either shoulder, Then somewhat seem'd to whisper near I may not call thee back; but thou Of gentle Sleep waves o'er my brow Then smiling eyes bend over mine, 1853. I was indocile at an age When better boys were taught, Little I know from other men, Thanks for expelling Fear and Hope, Rather what lies before my feet He who hath braved Youth's dizzy heat 1853. I wonder not that Youth remains ON MUSIC MANY love music but for music's sake, Many because her touches can awake Thoughts that repose within the breast half-dead, And rise to follow where she loves to lead. What various feelings come from days gone by! What tears from far-off sources dim the eye! Few, when light fingers with sweet voices play And melodies swell, pause, and melt away, In those pale olive grounds all voices cease, And from afar dust fills the paths of Greece. My slumber broken and my doublet torn, I find the laurel also bears a thorn. 1863. THESEUS AND HIPPOLYTA 1 Hippolyta. Eternal hatred I have sworn against The persecutor of my sisterhood; In vain, proud son of Egeus, hast thou snapped Their arrows and derided them; in vain Leadest thou me a captive; I can die, And die I will. Theseus. Nay; many are the years Of youth and beauty for Hippolyta. Hippolyta. I scorn my youth, I hate my beauty. Go! Monster! of all the monsters in these wilds Most frightful and most odious to my sight. Theseus. I boast not that I saved thee from the bow |