My mind like theirs corrupted to its grave, 829025 me writhe, or heard me rave? / But who hath Than e wrecked sailor on his desart shore u DE Although 'tis clouded by my dungeon roof. este o Yet do I feel at times my mind decline, But with a sense of its decay-I see Unwonted lights along my prison shine,.:, zow sono i And a strange demon, who is vexing me, i With pilfering pranks and petty pains, below yM The feeling of the healthful and the free; your But much to One, who long hath suffered so,duta 9. I A Sickness of heart, , and narrowness of place bain I thought mine enemies had been but man, But spirits may be leagued with them-all Earth Abandons Heaven forgets me ;-in the dearth Of such defence the Powers of Evil can, Like steel in tempering fire? because I loved d Was more or less than mortal, and than me. 8 507 I once was quick in feeling-that is o'er ;- 수 Which hath no words, 'tis that I would not die And sanction with self-slaughter the dull lie And woo compassion to a blighted name, Sealing the sentence which my foes proclaim. No-it shall be immortal!—and I make Which nations yet shall visit for my sake. The ducal chiefs within thee, shalt fall down, A poet's dungeon thy most far renown, While strangers wonder o'er thy unpeopled walls! And thou, Leonora! thou-who wert ashamed That such as I could love-who blushed to hear To less than monarchs that thou couldst be dear, Go! tell thy brother that my heart, untamed By grief, years, weariness-and it may be Where the mind rots congenial with the abyss, And battlements which guard his joyous hours This this shall be a consecrated spot! But Thou-when all that Birth and Beauty throws To be entwined for ever-but too late! END OF THE SIXTH VOlume. |