Come, thou awakener of the spirit’
Zephyr, whom to thy cloud or cave
No thought can trace! speed with t

Poetry, in a general sense, may be
In the youth of the world, men dan
But poets, or those who imagine an
Language, color, form, and religio
We have thus circumscribed the wor

The flower that smiles to—day
To—morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world’s delight?

Ambition, power, and avarice, now
Death, fate, and ruin, on a bleedi
See! on yon heath what countless v
Hark! what loud shrieks ascend thr
Tell then the cause, 'tis sure the

Why is it said thou canst not live
In a youthful breast and fair,
Since thou eternal life canst give
Canst bloom for ever there?
Since withering pain no power poss

His face was like a snake’s—wrinkl
And withered—

O World! O life! O time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had sto
When will return the glory of your
No more—oh, never more!

Thy little footsteps on the sands
Of a remote and lonely shore;
The twinkling of thine infant hand
Where now the worm will feed no mo
Thy mingled look of love and glee

I sing the glorious Power with az
Athenian Pallas! tameless, chaste
Tritogenia, town-preserving Maid,
Revered and mighty; from his awful
Whom Jove brought forth, in warli

Wake the serpent not’—lest he
Should not know the way to go,—
Let him crawl which yet lies sleep
Through the deep grass of the mead
Not a bee shall hear him creeping,