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Last eve , along this still and silent sky , The thunder-quivered Spirit of the Cloud Launched his pale , awful arrows—every eye Shrank from the fiery terrors , and the proud Felt as the rneek , while , rolling- long and loud , To du 3 t the voice of the Invisible carne—That wordless voice at which the soul is bowed , And sacred horror thrills the pulseless frame ! Then , then , we see , we feel , the lonely Name Writ on the holy darkness—Deity Sweeps the lit gloom on wings of cloud-born flame While all the echoes of the spheres reply ! The winds are silent—the mute deeps adore—And Nature , shuddering , learns the Thunder ' s lore Crediton *
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JiEAUTiFUL Evening 1 thy crystalline blue On the calm waters of the pensive soul Comes down in all its loveliness—each hue That floats , like thought , from glimmering pole to pole , Nectars the heart with Heaven , as if there stole Soft falls of sapphire dew from the full sky : —
Yes , there are hours , when human pulses roll Electric with brief immortality ! And see , once more the stars come forth on high—Dew-drops of gold along their azure lea ! Oh ! who can hail their sacred light , nor sigh To think no spirit of the dust is free—To think how vainly Fancy still hath furled Her baffled wing from that forbidden world ? Crcdiion .
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Creation sleeps as beautihil as Death , When Death lias most of beauty—not a sound Stirs the still silver ; but a spirit ' s breath , Without a voice , half seems to float around , Breathing mute oracles from the blue profound , Where the sweet Lady of the Night rides high ,
With a pale golden halo chastely crown'd : — Forgive the dream , if , under such a sky , Fancy hath heard sidereal harmony—The faint , far music of the hymning spheres ! Forgive the dream , if e ' er the enthusiast ' s eye
Hath turned awhile from earthly hopes or fears , To learn the language of that mystic scroll , And read the starry secrets of the pole ! ' < rcdUon .
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No . III . MOONLIGHT .
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No . II . EVENING .
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OCCASIONAL SONNETS . No . L WRITTEN THE EVENING AFTER A THUNDER-STORM
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1825, page 621, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2541/page/45/
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