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A Sleepless Night

by Alfred Austin

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Drawing the boundary…

The Dungeon

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Drawing the boundary…

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A Sleepless Night

by Alfred Austin

Within the hollow silence of the night 
I lay awake and listened. I could hear 
Planet with punctual planet chiming clear, 
And unto star star cadencing aright. 
Nor these alone: cloistered from deafening sight, 
All things that are, made music to my ear: 
Hushed woods, dumb caves, and many a soundless mere, 
With Arctic mains in rigid sleep locked tight. 
But ever with this chant from shore and sea, 
From singing constellation, humming thought, 
And life through time's stops blowing variously, 
A melancholy undertone was wrought; 
And from its boundless prison-house I caught 
The awful wail of lone Eternity. 

The Dungeon

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And this place our forefathers made for man!
This is the process of our love and wisdom,
To each poor brother who offends against us—
Most innocent, perhaps—and what if guilty?
Is this the only cure? Merciful God!
Each pore and natural outlet shrivel’d up
By Ignorance and parching Poverty,
His energies roll back upon his heart,
And stagnate and corrupt; till chang’d to poison,
They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot;
Then we call in our pamper’d mountebanks—
And this is their best cure! uncomforted
And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,
And savage faces, at the clanking hour,
Seen through the steams and vapor of his dungeon,
By the lamp’s dismal twilight! So he lies
Circled with evil, till his very soul
Unmolds its essence, hopelessly deform’d
By sights of evermore deformity!

With other ministrations thou, O Nature!
Healest thy wandering and distemper’d child:
Thou pourest on him thy soft influences,
Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets,
Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters,
Will he relent, and can no more endure
To be a jarring and a dissonant thing,
Amid this general dance and minstrelsy;
But, bursting into tears, wins back his way,
His angry spirit heal'd and harmoniz’d
By the benignant touch of Love and Beauty.

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