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LIMBO. 'T'S a strange place, this Limbo !—not a Place,
Yet name it so ;-where Time and weary
Space Fettered from flight, with night-mare sense of fleeing, Strive for their last crepuscular half-being ;Lank Space, and scytheless Time with branny hands Barren and soundless as the measuring sands, Not mark'd by flit of Shades—unmeaning they As moonlight on the dial of the day! But that is lovely-looks like human Time,An old man with a steady look sublime, That stops his earthly task to watch the skies ; But he is blind-a statue hath such eyes ;Yet having moonward turned his face by chance, Gazes the orb with moon-like countenance, With scant white hairs, with foretop bold and high, He gazes still,-his eyeless face all eye ;As 'twere an organ full of silent sight, His whole face seemeth to rejoice in light !Lip touching lip, all moveless, bust and limbHe seems to gaze at that which seems to gaze on
him. No such sweet sights doth Limbo den immure, Wall'd round, and made a spirit-jail secure, By the mere horror of blank Naught-at-all, Whose circumambience doth these ghosts enthral. A lurid thought is growthless, dull Privation, Yet that is but a Purgatory curse; Hell knows a fear far worse, A fear-a future state ;-'tis positive Negation !
NE PLUS ULTRA.
Antipathist of Light!
Compacted to one sceptre
The Dragon foul and fell
Ah! sole despair
Of both th' eternities in Heaven! Sole interdict of all bedewing prayer,
The all-compassionate !
Save to the Lampads Seven
Save to the Lampads Seven,
Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
FACILE credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit, et gradus et cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera ? Quid agunt ? quæ loca habitant Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam attigit. Juvat, iuterea, non diffiteor, quandoqne in animo, tanquam in tabulâ, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari; ne mens assuefacta hodiernæ vitæ minutiis se contrahat nimis, et tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus.T.—BURNET. ARCHÆOL. PHIL. p. 68.
An ancient Mariner meeteth three gal
PART I. IT is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three. "By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, den told Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? “ The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set : May'st hear the merry din."
weddingfeast, and detaineth one.
He holds him with his skinny hand,
To the tired Pilgrim's still believing mind ;
Yes! He hath flitted from me—with what aim,
Like a loose blossom on a gusty night
Ah! He is gone, and yet will not depart !
Can wit of man a heavier grief reveal ?
above Is Kindness counterfeiting absent Love !
* Faerie Queen, B. III, c. 2. 8. 19.