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Thus it is that poetry, in its intense sympathy with creation, may be said to create anew, rendering its words more impressive than the objects they speak of, and individually more lasting; the spiritual perpetuity putting them on a level (not to speak it profanely) with the fugitive compound.
(14) Lucent syrups tinct with cinnamon. Here is delicate modulation, and super-refined epicurean nicety!
Lucent syrups tinct with cinnamon, make us read the line delicately, and at the tip-end, as it were, of one's tongue.
(15) Beyond a mortal man. Madeline is half awake, and Porphyro reassures her with loving, kind looks, and an affectionate embrace.
(16) Heart-shap'd and vermeil dyed. With what a pretty wilful conceit the costume of the poem is kept up in this line about the shield! The poet knew when to introduce apparent trifles forbidden to those who are void of real passion, and who, feeling nothing intensely, can intensify nothing.
(17) Carpets rose. This is a slip of the memory, for there were hardly carpets in those days. But the truth of the painting makes amends, as in the unchronological pictures of old masters.
Undescribed sounds, That come a-swooning over hollow grounds and wither drearily on barren moors.
At this, with madden'd stare, And lifted hands, and trembling lips he stood Like old Deucalion mountain'd o'er the flood, Or blind Orion hungry for the morn.
CIRCE AND HER VICTIMS.
Fierce, wan, And tyrannizing was the lady's look, As over them a gnarlèd staff she shook. Ofttimes upon the sudden she laugh'd out, And from a basket emptied to the rout Clusters of grapes, the which they raven'd quick And roar'd for more, with many a hungry lick About their shaggy jaws. Avenging, slow, Anon she took a branch of mistletoe, And emptied on 't a black dull gurgling phial : Groan'd one and all, as if some piercing trial Were sharpening for their pitiable bones. She lifted up the charm : appealing groa From their poor breasts went suing to her ear In vain : remorseless as an infant's bier,
She whisk'd against their eyes the sooty oil ;
A BETTER ENCHANTRESS IMPRISONED IN THE SHAPE
OF A SERPENT.
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale,
Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass,
THE VOICE OF A MELANCHOLY GODDESS SPEAKING
As when upon a trancèd summer-night
A FALLEN GOD.
-the bright Titan, frenzied with new woes,
OTHER TITANS FALLEN.
Scarce images of life, one here, one there,
ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. (18) My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk.
In some melodious plot
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delvèd earth, Tasting of Flora and the country-green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sun-burnt mirth! Oh, for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit, and hear each other groan ;