Orellana and Other Poems By J. Logie Robertson |
 |
 |
|
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. | V.
MILTON IN NORWAY. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
| XIV. |
| XV. |
| XVI. |
| XVII. |
| XVIII. |
| XIX. |
| XX. |
| XXI. |
| XXII. |
| XXIII. |
| XXIV. |
 | Orellana and Other Poems |  |
245
V. MILTON IN NORWAY.
The feeling passed, the Spirit passed away—The silence and the isolation drear,
As broke in fitful bursts on Fancy's ear
A gravely measured yet melodious lay.
Wider the sweep, and more complete the sway,
And longer, deeper, louder, and more clear,
Until I cried—Milton is monarch here,
Whatever Oscar and his subjects say!
—How had the Master slung into his song
The pride of Norway, with an arm as free
As fierce Alcides' when he hurled along
The ether from Mount Œta to the sea,
Nerved with the strength of that Thessalian wrong,
The groaning trunk of many an uptorn tree!
| Orellana and Other Poems | |