Sonnet (written on one of the Blue Ridge Range of mountains) [pp. 188]

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by Milton himself. Hence the excellence of his songs and lyrical compositions. These find a response in the universal heart of humanity, and will live in
the memory of coming ages long after
MIeister and The Elective Affinities are
forgotten. Faust abounds is songs. Indeed, the poem may be considered a series
of lyrics or heart-utterances, strung together in a dramatic form. It certainly
is not a play, for there is no unity of action, and the number of scenes might
have been doubled without impeding the
march of events. It is a collection of
pictures and conversations reflecting the
Universe as it was painted in the many
SONNET.
(Wr7itten on one of the Blute Ridge Range of Mountains.)
BY PAUL H. HAYNE.
Here let me pause by the lone eagle's nest,
And breathe the golden sunlight, and Sweet Air,
Which gird, and gladden all this region fair,
With a perpetual benison of rest;
Like a grand Purpose that a God hath blest,
The immemorial Mountain seems to rise
Yearning to overtop diviner skies,
Though monarch of the pomps of East, and West;
And pondering here, the Genius of the height,
Quickens my soul as if an Angel spake,
And I can feel old chains of Custom break,
And old Ambitions start to win the light;
A calm Resolve born with them, in whose might
I thank thee Heaven! that noble Thoughts awake.
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Sonnet.
sided mirror of the poet's mind, a mirror
which gave back in glowing hues the
mysteries and charms of life, the forms
and harmonies of nature, but which had
no surface for the radiance of that "holy
religion" without which all else is a
body without a soul, the dead bride of
Corinth in the arms of her deluded lower.
His so-ngs are universally loved. Men
rejoice to hear them when harps are in
the ball; they cheer the reaper at his
his toil, axid keep measure with the boatman's oars. They shed a light over fount
and grOTe,. and are a spell to bring back
the memories of the past.
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