THE FATE OF THE LYRIST
TTHE soul is ever clinging unto form;Action, not abstract thought, alone can warmThe great heart of humanity—in life's fierce stormPass they the Lyrist by.
TTHE soul is ever clinging unto form;Action, not abstract thought, alone can warmThe great heart of humanity—in life's fierce stormPass they the Lyrist by.
TTHE soul is ever clinging unto form;Action, not abstract thought, alone can warmThe great heart of humanity—in life's fierce stormPass they the Lyrist by.
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THE soul is ever clinging unto form;Action, not abstract thought, alone can warmThe great heart of humanity—in life's fierce stormPass they the Lyrist by.
The Dramatist may wear triumphant bays;And see the wondering people's tranc'd amaze,The while unrolls great Homer to their gaze,His gorgeous, many-coloured tapestry.
The Dramatist may wear triumphant bays;And see the wondering people's tranc'd amaze,The while unrolls great Homer to their gaze,His gorgeous, many-coloured tapestry.
The Dramatist may wear triumphant bays;And see the wondering people's tranc'd amaze,The while unrolls great Homer to their gaze,His gorgeous, many-coloured tapestry.
The Dramatist may wear triumphant bays;And see the wondering people's tranc'd amaze,The while unrolls great Homer to their gaze,His gorgeous, many-coloured tapestry.
But lofty Pindar's heaven-directed flight,Petrarca's song, mystic and sad as night,Fall dull upon the common ear—their mightIs to the world a mystery.
But lofty Pindar's heaven-directed flight,Petrarca's song, mystic and sad as night,Fall dull upon the common ear—their mightIs to the world a mystery.
But lofty Pindar's heaven-directed flight,Petrarca's song, mystic and sad as night,Fall dull upon the common ear—their mightIs to the world a mystery.
But lofty Pindar's heaven-directed flight,Petrarca's song, mystic and sad as night,Fall dull upon the common ear—their mightIs to the world a mystery.
Such spirits dwell but with the spiritual—Their godlike souls disdaining to enthrall;Within the limits of the actual,Men pass, unheeding the divinity.
Such spirits dwell but with the spiritual—Their godlike souls disdaining to enthrall;Within the limits of the actual,Men pass, unheeding the divinity.
Such spirits dwell but with the spiritual—Their godlike souls disdaining to enthrall;Within the limits of the actual,Men pass, unheeding the divinity.
Such spirits dwell but with the spiritual—Their godlike souls disdaining to enthrall;Within the limits of the actual,Men pass, unheeding the divinity.
Their name, indeed, is echoed by the crowd;But from amidst the masses earthward bowed,Few lift the head, with kindred soul endowed,To list their Orphic melody.
Their name, indeed, is echoed by the crowd;But from amidst the masses earthward bowed,Few lift the head, with kindred soul endowed,To list their Orphic melody.
Their name, indeed, is echoed by the crowd;But from amidst the masses earthward bowed,Few lift the head, with kindred soul endowed,To list their Orphic melody.
Their name, indeed, is echoed by the crowd;But from amidst the masses earthward bowed,Few lift the head, with kindred soul endowed,To list their Orphic melody.