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Stanzas How often we forget all time, when loneAdmiring Nature's universal throne;Her woods — her wilds — her mountains — the intenseReply of HERS to OUR intelligence! 1. In youth have I known one with whom the EarthIn secret communing held — as he with it,In day light, and in beauty from his birth:Whose fervid, flick’ring torch of life was litFrom the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forthA passionate light-such for his spirit was fit —And yet that spirit knew — not [[knew not —]] in the hourOf its own fervor — what had o’er it power. 2. Perhaps it may be that my ...

Spiritual Song Hark, echo! — Hark; echo!’Tis the soundOf archangels, in happiness wrapt Edgar Allan Poe The unfinished poem was not published during Poe's lifetime. First published in 1911. ...

Sonnet — To Zante Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowersThy gentlest of all gentle names dost take,How many memories of what radiant hoursAt sight of thee and thine at once awake!How many scenes of what departed bliss!How many thoughts of what entombed hopes!How many visions of a maiden that isNo more — no more upon thy verdant slopes!No more! — alas, that magical sad soundTransforming all! Thy charms shall please no more —Thy memory no more! Accursed groundHenceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,O, hyacinthine isle! O, purple Zante!Isola d’oro! Fior ...

Sonnet — To Science Science! meet daughter of old Time thou artWho alterest all things with thy peering eyes!Why prey'st thou thus upon the poet's heart,Vulture! whose wings are dull realities!How should he love thee — or how deem thee wiseWho woulds’t not leave him, in his wandering,To seek for treasure in the jewell’d skiesAlbeit, he soar with an undaunted wing?Hast thou not dragg’d Diana from her car,And driv’n the Hamadryad from the woodTo seek a shelter in some happier star?The gentle Naiad from her fountain-flood?The elfin from the green grass? and from meThe summer dream beneath the ...