 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
With troubled hearts:
In óuter Circuit of those Radious Rocks,
Which there less luminous, néw ways now we pass.
And gleaming saw, strewed adamants, under-foot.
Tears were they of souls, that wept in ages past,
For Righteousness, which líght lent to our steps.
In óuter Circuit of those Radious Rocks,
Which there less luminous, néw ways now we pass.
And gleaming saw, strewed adamants, under-foot.
Tears were they of souls, that wept in ages past,
For Righteousness, which líght lent to our steps.
Yet further forth, (now Westing tends our course;)
We reached dim luminous Mansion, óf just spirits:
Cliffs' vast Recess. Where entering-in our steps,
We paused; for sounded, Daughter of the rock,
Strange manifold Echo, fróm before our pace.
We reached dim luminous Mansion, óf just spirits:
Cliffs' vast Recess. Where entering-in our steps,
We paused; for sounded, Daughter of the rock,
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Not unlike tó those latomies, ís that grot;
We sometimes find remained, in Súmmer Lands:
Whence Greeks and Romans hewed great Temple-stones;
To Eternity vowed, which even our days admire.
Moreo'er seemed vocal, thóse craggéd walls and floor;
When haply I smote thereto the Muses' staff.
Then Mansoul spake; Upholder of our steps,
Was not, Oh Voice divine, herein, the Fates;
Hanged tables of Déstiny? Ah, might, (Thou aiding us!)
We find and read the Legend therein writ!
We sometimes find remained, in Súmmer Lands:
Whence Greeks and Romans hewed great Temple-stones;
To Eternity vowed, which even our days admire.
Moreo'er seemed vocal, thóse craggéd walls and floor;
When haply I smote thereto the Muses' staff.
Then Mansoul spake; Upholder of our steps,
Was not, Oh Voice divine, herein, the Fates;
Hanged tables of Déstiny? Ah, might, (Thou aiding us!)
We find and read the Legend therein writ!
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |