Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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ON THE APOLLO BELVEDERE. |
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ON THE APOLLO BELVEDERE.
Thou art of Stone, yet soul too dwells in thee!A ray imparted by the mind that first
Moulded thy shape of beauty, which has nursed
The kindred Minds of those whom sympathy
Makes of quick apprehension to descry
Th' etherial essence, in all forms that burst
From sense's narrow limits; from that worst
And basest Thralldom of the outward Eye.
Voice too dwells on those Marblelips for Ears
Of ample faculty, not bounded to
The narrow Language of Earth's hopes and fears;
Wordless, except to him, whose hearing true
And vast, has caught the Music of the spheres,
By this interprets that and blends in one the two!
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