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On Hearing Kelley’s Music to ‘Macbeth’ O melody, what children strange are these
From thy most vast, illimitable realm?
These sounds that seize upon and overwhelm
The soul with shuddering ecstasy! Lo! here
Read Poem From thy most vast, illimitable realm?
These sounds that seize upon and overwhelm
The soul with shuddering ecstasy! Lo! here
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Longing
O foolish wisdom sought in books!
O aimless fret of household tasks!
O chains that bind the hand and mind—
A fuller life my spirit asks!
For there the grand hills, summer-crowned,
Slope greenly downward to the seas;
One hour of rest upon their breast
Were worth a year of days like these.
Their cool, soft green to ease the pain
Of eyes that ache o’er printed words;
This weary noise – the city’s voice,
Lulled in the sound of bees and birds.
Read Poem O aimless fret of household tasks!
O chains that bind the hand and mind—
A fuller life my spirit asks!
For there the grand hills, summer-crowned,
Slope greenly downward to the seas;
One hour of rest upon their breast
Were worth a year of days like these.
Their cool, soft green to ease the pain
Of eyes that ache o’er printed words;
This weary noise – the city’s voice,
Lulled in the sound of bees and birds.
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