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ON this lone isle, whose rugged rocks affright
The cautious pilot, ten revolving years
Great Pagan's son, unwonted erst to tears,
Wept o'er his wound ; alike each rolling light
Of heaven he watched, and blamed its lingering flight ;
By day the sea-mew screaming round his cave
Drove slumber from his eyes ; the chiding wave
And savage howlings chased his dreams by night.
Hope still was his : in each low breeze that sighed
Through his low grot he heard a coming oar-
In each white cloud a coming sail he spied ;
Nor seldom listened to the fancied roar
Of Oeta's torrents, or the hoarser tide
That parts famed Trachis from the Euboic shore.]]>
ON this lone isle, whose rugged rocks affright
The cautious pilot, ten revolving years
Great Pagan's son, unwonted erst to tears,
Wept o'er his wound ; alike each rolling light
Of heaven he watched, and blamed its lingering flight ;
By day the sea-mew screaming round his cave
Drove slumber from his eyes ; the chiding wave
And savage howlings chased his dreams by night.
Hope still was his : in each low breeze that sighed
Through his low grot he heard a coming oar-
In each white cloud a coming sail he spied ;
Nor seldom listened to the fancied roar
Of Oeta's torrents, or the hoarser tide
That parts famed Trachis from the Euboic shore.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17257 Mon, 30 Jul 2007 13:52:43 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17257 On some tall oak with ivy overspread,
Or in some silent barn's deserted shed,
Or mid the fragments of some ruined tower,

Still, as of old, at this sad solemn hour,
When now the toiling sons of care are fled,
And the freed ghost slips from his wormy bed,
Complainest loud of man's ungentle power,

That drives thee from the cheerful face of day
To tell thy sorrows to the pale-eyed night,
Like thee, escaping from the sunny ray,

I woo this gloom, to hide me from the sight
Of that fell tribe, whose persecuting sway
On me and thee alike is bent to light.]]> On some tall oak with ivy overspread,
Or in some silent barn's deserted shed,
Or mid the fragments of some ruined tower,

Still, as of old, at this sad solemn hour,
When now the toiling sons of care are fled,
And the freed ghost slips from his wormy bed,
Complainest loud of man's ungentle power,

That drives thee from the cheerful face of day
To tell thy sorrows to the pale-eyed night,
Like thee, escaping from the sunny ray,

I woo this gloom, to hide me from the sight
Of that fell tribe, whose persecuting sway
On me and thee alike is bent to light.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17256 Mon, 30 Jul 2007 13:46:23 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17256 Thy only little eloquence, might move
The sternest soul to tenderness and love,
While thus, nor taught by age to fawn, nor dressed

In treachery's mask, not falsehood's glittering vest,
Thou sweetly smilest, at the pleasing sight,
Wretch as I am, unwonted to delight,
A transient gleam of gladness cheers my breast:

Yet soon again bursts forth the unbidden tear,
And inly bleeds my heart, while I divine
What chilling blasts may nip thy riper year,

What blackening storms may cloud thy life's decline;
What for myself I feel, for thee I fear:
Nay! God forbid my woes should e'er be thine!]]> Thy only little eloquence, might move
The sternest soul to tenderness and love,
While thus, nor taught by age to fawn, nor dressed

In treachery's mask, not falsehood's glittering vest,
Thou sweetly smilest, at the pleasing sight,
Wretch as I am, unwonted to delight,
A transient gleam of gladness cheers my breast:

Yet soon again bursts forth the unbidden tear,
And inly bleeds my heart, while I divine
What chilling blasts may nip thy riper year,

What blackening storms may cloud thy life's decline;
What for myself I feel, for thee I fear:
Nay! God forbid my woes should e'er be thine!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17255 Mon, 30 Jul 2007 13:40:02 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17255 That wooed his Fair in thy sequestered bowers,
Long loved her living, long bemoaned her dead,
And hung her visionary shrine with flowers!

What though no more he teach thy shades to mourn
The hapless chances that to Love belong,
As erst, when drooping o'er her turf forlorn
He charmed wild Echo with his plaintive song!

Yet still, enamored of the tender tale,
Pale Passion haunts thy grove's romantic gloom,
Yet still soft music breathes in every gale,

Still undecayed the fairy-garlands bloom,
Still heavenly incense fills each fragant vale,
Still Petrarch's Genius weeps o'er Laura's tomb.]]> That wooed his Fair in thy sequestered bowers,
Long loved her living, long bemoaned her dead,
And hung her visionary shrine with flowers!

What though no more he teach thy shades to mourn
The hapless chances that to Love belong,
As erst, when drooping o'er her turf forlorn
He charmed wild Echo with his plaintive song!

Yet still, enamored of the tender tale,
Pale Passion haunts thy grove's romantic gloom,
Yet still soft music breathes in every gale,

Still undecayed the fairy-garlands bloom,
Still heavenly incense fills each fragant vale,
Still Petrarch's Genius weeps o'er Laura's tomb.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17254 Mon, 30 Jul 2007 12:33:21 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17254 Much I regret thy domes with turrets crowned,
Thy crested walls with twining ivy bound,
Thy gothic fanes, dim isles, and cloisters hoar,

And treasured rolls of wisdom's ancient lore;
Nor less thy varying bells, which hourly sound
In pensive chime, or ring in lively round,
Or toll in the slow curfew's solemn roar;

Much too thy moonlight walks, and musings grave
Mid silent shades of high-embrowering trees,
And much thy sister-streams, whose willows wave

In whispering cadence to the evening breeze;
But most those friends, whose much-loved converse gave
Thy gentle charms a tenfold power to please.]]> Much I regret thy domes with turrets crowned,
Thy crested walls with twining ivy bound,
Thy gothic fanes, dim isles, and cloisters hoar,

And treasured rolls of wisdom's ancient lore;
Nor less thy varying bells, which hourly sound
In pensive chime, or ring in lively round,
Or toll in the slow curfew's solemn roar;

Much too thy moonlight walks, and musings grave
Mid silent shades of high-embrowering trees,
And much thy sister-streams, whose willows wave

In whispering cadence to the evening breeze;
But most those friends, whose much-loved converse gave
Thy gentle charms a tenfold power to please.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15261 Mon, 11 Jun 2007 10:06:53 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15261
Ingenious insect, but of ruthless mould,
Whose savage craft (as nature taught) designs
A mazy web of death; the filmy lines
That form thy circling labyrinth enfold
Each thoughtless fly that wanders near the hold,
Sad victim of thy guile; nor aught avail
His silken wings nor coat of glossy mail
Nor varying hues of azure, jet or gold:
Yet, though thus ill the fluttering captive fares,
Whom heedless of the fraud thy toils trepan,
Thy tyrant fang that slays the stranger, spares
The bloody brothers of thy cruel clan;
While man against his fellows spreads his snares--
Then most delighted when his prey is man.]]>
Ingenious insect, but of ruthless mould,
Whose savage craft (as nature taught) designs
A mazy web of death; the filmy lines
That form thy circling labyrinth enfold
Each thoughtless fly that wanders near the hold,
Sad victim of thy guile; nor aught avail
His silken wings nor coat of glossy mail
Nor varying hues of azure, jet or gold:
Yet, though thus ill the fluttering captive fares,
Whom heedless of the fraud thy toils trepan,
Thy tyrant fang that slays the stranger, spares
The bloody brothers of thy cruel clan;
While man against his fellows spreads his snares--
Then most delighted when his prey is man.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15260 Mon, 11 Jun 2007 10:05:25 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15260
Too long, alas! through life's tempestuous tide,
Heedless of heaven my giddy course I steered,
Linked with the scoffing crew, nor aught revered
Great nature's god: such erring dreams belied
My fancy, swollen with unsubstantial pride:
While, uglier far than have been feigned or feared,
Ten thousand phantoms to my sight appeared
And drew me darkling far from truth aside.
But vigorous now, with eagle-ken restored,
By nobler means aiming at nobler ends,
To the mild bosom of its saving lord,
Elate with ardent hope my soul ascends,
While over the dreadful gulf yet unexplored
Religion's golden sun its evening beam extends.]]>
Too long, alas! through life's tempestuous tide,
Heedless of heaven my giddy course I steered,
Linked with the scoffing crew, nor aught revered
Great nature's god: such erring dreams belied
My fancy, swollen with unsubstantial pride:
While, uglier far than have been feigned or feared,
Ten thousand phantoms to my sight appeared
And drew me darkling far from truth aside.
But vigorous now, with eagle-ken restored,
By nobler means aiming at nobler ends,
To the mild bosom of its saving lord,
Elate with ardent hope my soul ascends,
While over the dreadful gulf yet unexplored
Religion's golden sun its evening beam extends.]]>