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Mortem, quæ violat suavia, pellit amor.
The plunging rocks, whose ravenous throats
The sea in wrath and mockery fills,
The smoke, that up the valley floats,
The girlhood of the growing hills,
The sea in wrath and mockery fills,
The smoke, that up the valley floats,
The girlhood of the growing hills,
The thunderings from the miners' ledge,
The wild assaults on nature's hoard,
The peak, that storm ward bares an edge
Ground sharp in days when Titans warred,
The wild assaults on nature's hoard,
The peak, that storm ward bares an edge
Ground sharp in days when Titans warred,
Grim heights, by wandering clouds embraced,
Where lightning's ministers conspire,
Grey glens, with tarn and streamlet laced,
Stark forgeries of primeval fire,
Where lightning's ministers conspire,
Grey glens, with tarn and streamlet laced,
Stark forgeries of primeval fire,
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These scenes may gladden many a mind
A while from homelier thoughts released,
And here my fellow-men may find
A Sabbath and a vision-feast.
A while from homelier thoughts released,
And here my fellow-men may find
A Sabbath and a vision-feast.
I bless them in the good they feel;
And yet I bless them with a sigh:
On me this grandeur stamps the seal
Of tyrranous mortality.
And yet I bless them with a sigh:
On me this grandeur stamps the seal
Of tyrranous mortality.
The pitiless mountain stands so sure,
The human breast so weakly heaves,
That brains decay, while rocks endure,
At this the insatiate spirit grieves.
The human breast so weakly heaves,
That brains decay, while rocks endure,
At this the insatiate spirit grieves.
But hither, oh, ideal bride!
For whom this heart in silence aches,
Love is unwearied as the tide,
Love is perennial as the lakes,
For whom this heart in silence aches,
Love is unwearied as the tide,
Love is perennial as the lakes,
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Come thou. The spiky crags will seem
One harvest of one heavenly year,
And fear of death, like childish dream,
Will pass and flee, when thou art here.
One harvest of one heavenly year,
And fear of death, like childish dream,
Will pass and flee, when thou art here.
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