The Poetical Works of Sydney Dobell With Introductory Notice and Memoir by John Nichol |
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TWO SONNETS ON THE DEATH OF PRINCE ALBERT.
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TWO SONNETS ON THE DEATH OF PRINCE ALBERT.
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[In a great house by the wide Sea I sat]
In a great house by the wide Sea I sat,And down slow fleets and waves that never cease
Looked back to the first keels of War and Peace;
I saw the Ark, what time the shoreless flat
Began to rock to rising Ararat;
Or Argo, surging home, with templed Greece
To leeward, while, mast-high, the lurching fleece
Swung morn from deep to deep. Then in a plat
Of tamarisk a bird called me. When again
My soul looked forth I ponder'd not the main
Of waters but of time; and from our fast
Sure Now, with Pagan joy, beheld the pain
Of tossing heroes on the triremed Past
Obtest the festive Gods and silent stars in vain.
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[And as I mused on all we call our own]
And as I mused on all we call our own,And (in the words their passionate hope had taught
Expressing this late world for which they fought
And prayed) said, lifting up my head to the sun,
‘Ne quibus diis immortalibus,’—one
Ran with fear's feet, and lo! a voice distraught
‘The Prince’ and ‘Dead.’ And at the sound methought
The bulwark of my great house thunder'd down.
And, for an instant,—as some spell were sapping
All place—the hilly billows and billowy hills
Heaved through my breast the lapping wave that kills
The heart; around me the floor rises and falls
And jabbling stones of the unsteady walls
Ebb and flow together, lapping, lapping.
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