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Historic Sonnets.
HISTORIC SONNETS .
No . I . —BELSHASSZAR ' FEAST . WHOSE is the finger that in fire doth trace Characters of light no mortal can efface
?—And who is he , the bold presuming man , Who dares th' unknown and dreaded omen scan ?—Who is the Monarch throned in glory there In splendid pageantry , ' mid young and fair , While Beauty smiles , and wine-cups sparkle round ?—Ah 1 little thinks that Prince , thus pleasure-crown'd ,
That the bright dazzling finger is of God ; Nor dreams the fate that these dread words forebode ! " To-night , to-night !"—scarce more the Prophet spoke . Night came—all was fulfill'd—ere morning woke The land had changed its master—and the throne Where the proud King had sate , was tenantless and lone . EDWABD RALEIGH MORAN , P . M . No . 49 .
Ode To Despair.
ODE TO DESPAIR .
TRANSLATED FROM " LES MEDITATIONS POETIQUES OF M . DE LAMARTIN . THE Almighty spake—and at his word the earth . In evil hour thus summon'd into birth , From chaos-self arose . But He averted his disdainful eye .
And as He hurl'd the planet in the sky , Sought only for repose . " Go ! " He exclaimed ; u I yield thee up to woe : Nor love nor anger can a Gocl bestow On such a worthless thing . Let chance direct thee in thy course alone ; Be Fate thy guide—ancl trembling , ever own That sorrow is thy King . "
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Historic Sonnets.
HISTORIC SONNETS .
No . I . —BELSHASSZAR ' FEAST . WHOSE is the finger that in fire doth trace Characters of light no mortal can efface
?—And who is he , the bold presuming man , Who dares th' unknown and dreaded omen scan ?—Who is the Monarch throned in glory there In splendid pageantry , ' mid young and fair , While Beauty smiles , and wine-cups sparkle round ?—Ah 1 little thinks that Prince , thus pleasure-crown'd ,
That the bright dazzling finger is of God ; Nor dreams the fate that these dread words forebode ! " To-night , to-night !"—scarce more the Prophet spoke . Night came—all was fulfill'd—ere morning woke The land had changed its master—and the throne Where the proud King had sate , was tenantless and lone . EDWABD RALEIGH MORAN , P . M . No . 49 .
Ode To Despair.
ODE TO DESPAIR .
TRANSLATED FROM " LES MEDITATIONS POETIQUES OF M . DE LAMARTIN . THE Almighty spake—and at his word the earth . In evil hour thus summon'd into birth , From chaos-self arose . But He averted his disdainful eye .
And as He hurl'd the planet in the sky , Sought only for repose . " Go ! " He exclaimed ; u I yield thee up to woe : Nor love nor anger can a Gocl bestow On such a worthless thing . Let chance direct thee in thy course alone ; Be Fate thy guide—ancl trembling , ever own That sorrow is thy King . "