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From Ætna.
Something like a deep despair Trembles through the lurid air , — Something like a voice of grief Whispers round each drooping leaf ; Portents all of mystic sense Spread their horrid influence .
Rainbow-flames , above , below , Wildfire roving to and fro , Something is sublimely grand , Wonder-fraught , as dreams may be Whose semblance mocks reality , And tasks the mind to understand .
Lo ! upon yon wood-crown d height , Love itself seems lost in night ; Darker tints the olives wear , Cypress boughs are rent and hare ; Sadly round the rifted pine Clings the scorch'd yet constant vine , While along the wither'd grass Hissing adders slowlpass :
y Hark ! the raven ' s notes of wrath Sound above the rock-strewn path ; Fiercer tones than his uprise To the dull and leaden skies . Vainly peals the convent bell , Vainly , in his lonely cell , Prays the brother;—all is vain
Nature ' s pastime to restrain . Fearful darkness ! fearful light ! Come , ye stars , with gentle sheen , Calm the tumults of this scene ; Come , relieve our aching sight . Thus , my friend , you may conceive ,
When stern Mougihello raves In Ms dark unfathom'd caves , And Sicilian maidens grieve For their ruin'd trees and flowers , And their lava-hidden bowers , It is not a time to be Lying by the greenwood tree ; Rather should my footsteps move
Here about this sulp hurous grove , That with heart intent to praise , And an earnest , watchful eye , Bent before God ' s majesty , I may see his wond ' rous ways . Distant friend , when summer smiles On Palermo ' s fruitful isles ,
And its valleys , meads , and rills , Musical with crystal rills , Shall beguile me to resort To my pleasant sylvan court , I will send new embassy , Credited to welcome thee . W . BKAIT . SFOKU .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
From Ætna.
Something like a deep despair Trembles through the lurid air , — Something like a voice of grief Whispers round each drooping leaf ; Portents all of mystic sense Spread their horrid influence .
Rainbow-flames , above , below , Wildfire roving to and fro , Something is sublimely grand , Wonder-fraught , as dreams may be Whose semblance mocks reality , And tasks the mind to understand .
Lo ! upon yon wood-crown d height , Love itself seems lost in night ; Darker tints the olives wear , Cypress boughs are rent and hare ; Sadly round the rifted pine Clings the scorch'd yet constant vine , While along the wither'd grass Hissing adders slowlpass :
y Hark ! the raven ' s notes of wrath Sound above the rock-strewn path ; Fiercer tones than his uprise To the dull and leaden skies . Vainly peals the convent bell , Vainly , in his lonely cell , Prays the brother;—all is vain
Nature ' s pastime to restrain . Fearful darkness ! fearful light ! Come , ye stars , with gentle sheen , Calm the tumults of this scene ; Come , relieve our aching sight . Thus , my friend , you may conceive ,
When stern Mougihello raves In Ms dark unfathom'd caves , And Sicilian maidens grieve For their ruin'd trees and flowers , And their lava-hidden bowers , It is not a time to be Lying by the greenwood tree ; Rather should my footsteps move
Here about this sulp hurous grove , That with heart intent to praise , And an earnest , watchful eye , Bent before God ' s majesty , I may see his wond ' rous ways . Distant friend , when summer smiles On Palermo ' s fruitful isles ,
And its valleys , meads , and rills , Musical with crystal rills , Shall beguile me to resort To my pleasant sylvan court , I will send new embassy , Credited to welcome thee . W . BKAIT . SFOKU .