The Poetry of Real Life A New Edition, Much Enlarged and Improved. By Henry Ellison |
ON DANBY'S PICTURE OF “CALYPSO'S GROTTO.” |
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ON DANBY'S PICTURE OF “CALYPSO'S GROTTO.”
The sun is sinking, and o'er sea and shoreThrows the long shadows of the cliffs and trees,
With gleams of lingering brightness betwixt these,
Like pillars of pure gold, that erewhile bore
The dome of day up, which is now no more,
Fallen in gorgeous fragments—ill at ease,
Lo! towards her grotto sad Calypso flees,
For she her lost Ulysses doth deplore—
A solemn sadness breathes poetical
O'er all: and we, unconscious of the art,
Which human griefs to things material
Transferring, makes them suffer with Man's heart,
Grow sad, and in that sorrow too take part,
Until the grief of one grows that of all!
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