. Poems . HERCULES, CALLED THE TORSO. And dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone,(Thy giant limbs to night and chaos hurled)Still sit as on the fragment of a world;Surviving all, majestic and alone ?What tho the Spirits of the North, that sweptRome from the earth, when in her pomp she slept,Smote thee with fury, and thy headless trunkDeep in the dust mid tower and temple sunk;Soon to subdue mankind twas thine to rise,Still, still unquelled thy glorious energies!Aspiring minds, with thee conversing, caught *Bright revelations of the Good they sought;By thee that long-lost spel
. Poems . HERCULES, CALLED THE TORSO. And dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone,(Thy giant limbs to night and chaos hurled)Still sit as on the fragment of a world;Surviving all, majestic and alone ?What tho the Spirits of the North, that sweptRome from the earth, when in her pomp she slept,Smote thee with fury, and thy headless trunkDeep in the dust mid tower and temple sunk;Soon to subdue mankind twas thine to rise,Still, still unquelled thy glorious energies!Aspiring minds, with thee conversing, caught *Bright revelations of the Good they sought;By thee that long-lost spell ♦ in secret given,To draw down Gods, and lift the soul to Heaven ! * In the gardens of the Vatican, where it was placed by Julius II.,it was long the favourite study of those great men to whom we owethe revival of the arts, oMichael Angclo, Raphael, and the Caracci. f Once in the possession of Praxiteles, if we may believe anancient epigram on the Gnidian Venus. Analecta Vet. Poetarum, 111. 200. ^ :±. A W I S PI. Mine be a cot beside the hill;A bee-hives hum shall sooth my ear,A willowy brook, that turns a mill,AVith many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch,Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; 19 Oft shall the pilgrim lift the share my meal, a w elfoiiie guest. Around my ivyd })()rch shall springEach fragrant flower that drinks the dew ;And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing-In russet-gown and apron blue. The village-church, among the trees,Where first oiu marriage-vows were given,With merry peals shall swell the breeze,And point with taper spire to heaven.
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