Arethusa arose
From her couch of snows
In the Acroceraunian mountains,—
From cloud and from crag,
With many a jag,

The death-bell beats!—
The mountain repeats
The echoing sound of the knell;
And the dark Monk now
Wraps the cowl round his brow,

It lieth, gazing on the midnight s
Upon the cloudy mountain-peak supi
Below, far lands are seen tremblin
Its horror and its beauty are divi
Upon its lips and eyelids seems to

I bring fresh showers for the thir
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews

A Fragment
PART I
There was a youth, who, as with to
Had grown quite weak and gray befo
Nor any could the restless griefs

SILENUS:
O Bacchus, what a world of toil,
And ere these limbs were overworn
Have I endured for thee! First, w
The mountain-nymphs who nursed the

BEST and brightest, come away!
Fairer far than this fair Day,
Which, like thee to those in sorro
Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow
To the rough Year just awake

WHEN the lamp is shatter’d,
The light in the dust lies dead;
   When the cloud is scatter’d,
The rainbow’s glory is shed;
   When the lute is broken,

Alas, good friend, what profit can
In hating such a hateless thing as
There is no sport in hate where al
Is on one side: in vain would you
Your frowns upon an unresisting sm

A scene, which 'wildered fancy vie
In the soul’s coldest solitude,
With that same scene when peaceful
Flings rapture’s colour o’er the g
When mountain, meadow, wood and st