Lo
Winter drives his horrors round; Wide o'er the rugged soil they fly; In their cold spells each stream is bound, While at the magic of their eye Each sign of Spring's gay beauty fades,
And one white wild the aching sight invades
I...
IN
ND
Hail ,
Derwent's beauteous pride
Hail to thy pencil
well its glowing
Has traced those features painted on my heart;
Now, though in distant scenes she soon will rove,
Too heedless friend, why thus augment the
That glows resistless in my beating breast
Why with thy praises grace his fatal name,
Who robs thy Emma's hapless heart of rest
[A Report, though false, at that time generally believed
]Fallen are thy towers,
Byzantium
towers that
What means that wild and joyful cry
Why do yon crowds in mean attire Throw thus their ragged arms on high
In want what can such joy inspire
And why on every face I meet Now beams a smile, now drops a tear
Spring
thy impatient bloom restrain, Nor wake so soon thy genial pow'r,
For, deeds of death must hail thy reign, And clouds of fate around thee low'r
Alas
A Report, though false, at that time generally believed
EN are thy towers,
Byzantium
towers that
Spring
thy impatient bloom restrain
Nor wake so soon thy genial power;
For deeds of death must hail thy reign,
Stranger, that massy, mouldering pile,
Whose ivied ruins load the ground,
Reechoed once to pious
By holy sisters breathed around
Originally called the Place de Louis Seize,--next the Place de
Revolution, where the perpetual guillotine stood
UD Seine, along thy winding
Fair smiles yon plain expanding wide,
Then thou hast learnt the secret of my soul,
Officious Friendship has its trust betrayed;
No more I need the bursting sigh control,
Nor summon pride my struggling soul to aid