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‘TESTE DAVID CUM SIBYLLA.’
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XLIV. ‘TESTE DAVID CUM SIBYLLA.’
(Plato.)
O Thou of amplest brow, and eye
Resplendent most with piercing beam,
Prime Teacher of antiquity
That through thy shadowy Academe
Resplendent most with piercing beam,
Prime Teacher of antiquity
That through thy shadowy Academe
Didst walk, the boast of Grecian years,
Of man conversing and the Soul
Until the music of the spheres
Around thy listeners seemed to roll;
Of man conversing and the Soul
Until the music of the spheres
Around thy listeners seemed to roll;
Thy theme was still the unsensuous Mind
That moulds and makes our worlds of sense,
The Truth in fleeting forms enshrined
Its own all-conquering evidence:
That moulds and makes our worlds of sense,
The Truth in fleeting forms enshrined
Its own all-conquering evidence:
Olympian fancies, winged with speech
Descending lit that arduous theme
Like Pindan swans, each following each,
Adown some forest-darkened stream.
Descending lit that arduous theme
Like Pindan swans, each following each,
Adown some forest-darkened stream.
Ilyssus 'mid the reeds withheld
His wave to list a statelier ode
Than ever in that holy eld
From Sophoclean chorus flowed:
His wave to list a statelier ode
Than ever in that holy eld
From Sophoclean chorus flowed:
Man, man thou sang'st in strain heaven-taught,
Thy State's Exemplar, Type, and Plan,
Man, born of God's eternal Thought—
Ah, hadst thou heard of God made man!
Thy State's Exemplar, Type, and Plan,
Man, born of God's eternal Thought—
Ah, hadst thou heard of God made man!
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