Clarel a poem and pilgrimage in the Holy Land |
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 | Clarel |  |
The priest, as one who keeps him whole,
Anew turns toward the kneeling twain:
“Your error's slight, or, if a stain,
'Twill fade. Our Lord enjoins good deeds
Nor catechiseth in the creeds.”
Anew turns toward the kneeling twain:
“Your error's slight, or, if a stain,
'Twill fade. Our Lord enjoins good deeds
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A something in the voice or man,
Or in assumption of the turn
Which prior theme did so adjourn,
Pricked Ungar, and a look he ran
Toward Derwent—an electric light
Chastising in its fierce revolt;
Then settled into that still night
Of cloud which has discharged the bolt.
Or in assumption of the turn
Which prior theme did so adjourn,
Pricked Ungar, and a look he ran
Toward Derwent—an electric light
Chastising in its fierce revolt;
Then settled into that still night
Of cloud which has discharged the bolt.
| Clarel | |