Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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ON THE ANTINOUS IN THE FLORENCE FINEARTSGALLERY. |
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ON THE ANTINOUS IN THE FLORENCE FINEARTSGALLERY.
Music!—what Music e'er was like to thyLow Voice, Antinous, which fills the Ear
Like Seraphechos from some happier Sphere?
How often have I listened, while hardby
The vulgar Herd passed on unconsciously,
As if there were no Language save that here
Which we employ, distuned by Grief and Fear:
As if there were no Utterance, calm and high,
Whose slightest Whisper is far mightier than
The Thunder, and whose Echos die away
In Regions far beyond the Thought of Man!
Yet 'tis, alas! not always that I may
Hear those sweet Accents: Silence, chill and wan,
Seals the cold Lips, which speak not to dull Clay!
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