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"What howlings wake me! – my fair olives die!
"Storms shake my bow’r, and drive me to the plain. –
"Ah! direful Anarchy, thy chariots fly
"O’er worlds of weeping babes, o’er worlds of hero’s slain!

"Order! Bright angel down your rainbow glide!
"From the mild bosom of my God appear!
"O’er Gallia spread thy snowy pinions wide –
"O! cool the fever’d mind! and whisper to Despair.

"Envenomn’d and unwelcome war! Will man,
"Long nurse thy furies or prolong thy stay?
"Will not his fine, reflective spirit scan
"Those desolations that have mark’d thy way?

"Yes! – He shall wearied leave thy crimes, and prove,
"All that is worthy MAN, is found with ME and LOVE."]]>
"What howlings wake me! – my fair olives die!
"Storms shake my bow’r, and drive me to the plain. –
"Ah! direful Anarchy, thy chariots fly
"O’er worlds of weeping babes, o’er worlds of hero’s slain!

"Order! Bright angel down your rainbow glide!
"From the mild bosom of my God appear!
"O’er Gallia spread thy snowy pinions wide –
"O! cool the fever’d mind! and whisper to Despair.

"Envenomn’d and unwelcome war! Will man,
"Long nurse thy furies or prolong thy stay?
"Will not his fine, reflective spirit scan
"Those desolations that have mark’d thy way?

"Yes! – He shall wearied leave thy crimes, and prove,
"All that is worthy MAN, is found with ME and LOVE."]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17275 Tue, 31 Jul 2007 07:03:57 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17275 To ______

Lo! dreary Winter, howling o'er the waste,
Imprints the glebe, bids every channel fill -
His tears in torrents down the mountains haste,
His breath augments despair, and checks our will!

Yet thy pure flame through lonely night is seen,
To lure the shiv'ring pilgrim o'er the green -
He hastens on, nor heeds the pelting blast:
Thy spirit softly breathes - "The worst is past;

Warm thee, poor wand'rer, 'mid thy devious way!
On thy cold bosom hangs unwholesome air;
Ah! pass not this bright fire! Thou long may'st stray
Ere through the glens one other spark appear."

Thus breaks thy friendship on my sinking mind,
And lures me on, while sorrow dies behind.]]> To ______

Lo! dreary Winter, howling o'er the waste,
Imprints the glebe, bids every channel fill -
His tears in torrents down the mountains haste,
His breath augments despair, and checks our will!

Yet thy pure flame through lonely night is seen,
To lure the shiv'ring pilgrim o'er the green -
He hastens on, nor heeds the pelting blast:
Thy spirit softly breathes - "The worst is past;

Warm thee, poor wand'rer, 'mid thy devious way!
On thy cold bosom hangs unwholesome air;
Ah! pass not this bright fire! Thou long may'st stray
Ere through the glens one other spark appear."

Thus breaks thy friendship on my sinking mind,
And lures me on, while sorrow dies behind.]]>