THE HAUNTED PALACE. O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live; And from the soul itself must there be sent 263 SAMUEL T. COLERIDGE. The Haunted Palace. N the greenest of our valleys, IN By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Never seraph spread a pinion Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow; (This, all this was in the olden Time, long ago); And every gentle air that dallied In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor, went away. Wanderers in that happy valley, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where sitting, (Porphyrogene !) In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen. And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of echoes whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.· But evil things in robes of sorrow Assailed the monarch's high estate; And travellers now within that valley, While, like a rapid, ghastly river, A hideous throng rush out forever, EDGAR A. POE. THE SUNKEN CITY. 265 The Sunken City. ARK! the faint bells of the sunken city HA Peal once more their wonted evening chime! From the deep abysses floats a ditty Wild and wondrous, of the olden time. Temples, towers, and domes of many stories And the mariner who had seen them glisten, In whose ears those magic bells do sound,Night by night bides there to watch and listen, Though death lowers behind each dark rock round. So the bells of Memory's wonder-city Domes and towers and castles, fancy-builded, And then hear I music sweet upwelling From full many a well-known phantom band, And, through tears, can see my natural dwelling, Far off in the spirit's luminous land! -'ranslation of JAMES C. MANGAN. WILHELM MUELLER. Fancy in Nubibus. H, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould And cheek aslant, see rivers flow of gold, 'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount, through Cloudland, gorgeous land! Or, listening to the tide with closed sight, Be that blind Bard, who on the Chian strand, By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. SAMUEL T. COLERIDGE. On first looking into Chapman's Homer UCH have I travelled in the realms of gold, MUCH And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne; Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold; JOHN KEATS. IMAGINATION. 267 Imagination. I NEVER may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Ode. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY THER CHILDHOOD. I. 'HERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light The glory and the freshness of a dream. By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. |