The Heroic Enthusiasts: Part 2: Fourth Dialogue (Giordano Bruno Poems)
_Interlocutors_:SEVERINO. MINUTOLO.SEV. You will see the origin of the nine blind men, who state ninereasons and special causes of their ...
_Interlocutors_:SEVERINO. MINUTOLO.SEV. You will see the origin of the nine blind men, who state ninereasons and special causes of their ...
Genius of musings, who, the midnight hourWasting in woods or haunted forests wild,Dost watch Orion in his arctic tower,Thy dark ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
EPODE 1a.I stood within the City disinterred;And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfallsOf spirits passing through the streets; and ...
Demeter sad! the wells of sorrow lay Eternal gushing in thy lonely path. Methinks I see her now--an awful shape Tall o'er a ...
I doe not grieue when some vnwholsome aire Mildewes rich fields, nor when the clusters faireOf Claret, rot through too abundant ...
Unfading Hope! when life's last embers burn -When soul to soul, and dust to dust return,Heaven to thy charge resigns ...
On the birth-day of Time, the young monarch of lightWith his beams waked from slumber the virgin creation;—So, dispelling the ...
Napoleon died upon Helena's rock; -Round and beneath were piled and stored the waves,Might and fathomless. Atlantic's shockRecoiled, and through ...
(As it appeared during a snowstorm.)THE chiselled fineness we can but surmise;All that is delicate in form and mouldTo-day has ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
Merry Carlo, who runn'st at my heels Through the dense-crowded streets of the city,In and out among hurrying wheels,And whose ...
Fill, fill me a goblet from those dark and silent waters, Where the lovēd song of the minstrel for ever ...
Near the Cimmerian land, deep-caverned, liesA hollow mount, the home of sluggish Sleep;Where never ray from morn or evening skiesCan ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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