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COMBINATIONS OF VERSES. |
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Gleamed. My soul spurned the chains of its dismay, And, in the rapid plumes of song, Clothed itself, sublime and strong ; As a young eagle soars the morning clouds among, Hovering in verse o'er its accustomed prey ; Till from its station in the heaven of fame The Spirit's whirlwind rapt it, and the ray Of the remotest sphere of living flame Which paves the void was from behind it flung. As foam from a ship's swiftness, when there came A voice out of the deep : I will record the same.
Shelley. "Ode to Liberty.'
With deep affection, And recollection, I often think of
Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wide would In my days of childhood, Fling round my cradle
Their magic spells. On this I ponder, Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder,
Sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters
Of the river Lee.
Francis Mahony Father Prout). |
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Shelley's beautiful ode, The Cloud* is built up of stanzas of twelve, fourteen, and eighteen verses, the first of which is here given. |
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