Tasso and the Sisters Tasso's Spirit: The Nuptials of Juno: The Skeletons: The Spirits of the Ocean. Poems, By Thomas Wade |
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If such the Madness, such the Guilt,
That gloried in the blood they spilt;
If quiet thus the land forsook,
And tumult held unbounded sway,—
Oh! well might Love and Beauty look
For happier climates far away,
Where peace and joy again might greet
The silence of their blest retreat,
And the glad hours in pleasure go,
Unruffled by one thought of woe.
Vile weeds will hide the clearest stream,
And dust obscure the greenest earth;
And mist will dim the brightest beam
That ever from the Moon had birth:—
And scenes of terror aye dispel
The dreams that round young Beauty dwell,
And woe and death can ever blight
The magic of Love's strange delight.
A land of bliss, a home of quiet,
Far from the world's unhallow'd riot;
Where earth is green and skies are clear,
And Nature's music greets the ear,
Thrown out from waters and from grove,
Is the sole spot that's fit for love.
—And such a sweet and peaceful clime,
(Replete with scenes and sounds sublime,)
Was that to which wild Reumon bore
The Maiden beautiful and young—
By mortal eyes ne'er hail'd before,
And never yet by Minstrel sung—
A land of love, a land of glee,
Right fit for Passion's ecstasy!
That gloried in the blood they spilt;
If quiet thus the land forsook,
And tumult held unbounded sway,—
Oh! well might Love and Beauty look
For happier climates far away,
Where peace and joy again might greet
The silence of their blest retreat,
And the glad hours in pleasure go,
Unruffled by one thought of woe.
Vile weeds will hide the clearest stream,
And dust obscure the greenest earth;
And mist will dim the brightest beam
That ever from the Moon had birth:—
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The dreams that round young Beauty dwell,
And woe and death can ever blight
The magic of Love's strange delight.
A land of bliss, a home of quiet,
Far from the world's unhallow'd riot;
Where earth is green and skies are clear,
And Nature's music greets the ear,
Thrown out from waters and from grove,
Is the sole spot that's fit for love.
—And such a sweet and peaceful clime,
(Replete with scenes and sounds sublime,)
Was that to which wild Reumon bore
The Maiden beautiful and young—
By mortal eyes ne'er hail'd before,
And never yet by Minstrel sung—
A land of love, a land of glee,
Right fit for Passion's ecstasy!
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