Poem fractal

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Prospice

by Robert Browning

−0.4236 + 0.5765i

Drawing the boundary…

Ne Plus Ultra

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

−0.4078 + 0.5885i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Prospice

by Robert Browning

Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote
I am nearing the place,
The power of the night, the press of the storm,
The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,
Yet the strong man must go:
For the journey is done and the summit attained,
And the barriers fall,
Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
The reward of it all.
I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more,
The best and the last!

I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,
And bade me creep past,
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers
The heroes of old,
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears
Of pain, darkness, and cold.
For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,
The black minute's at end,
And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave,
Shall dwindle, shall blend,
Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain,
Then a light, then thy breast,
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,
And with God be the rest!

Ne Plus Ultra

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Sole Positive of Night!
Antipathist of Light!
Fate’s only essence! primal scorpion rod—
The one permitted opposite of God!—
Condenséd blackness and abysmal storm
Compacted to one scepter
Arms the Grasp enorm—
The Intercepter—
The Substance that still casts the shadow Death!
The Dragon foul and fell—
The unrevealable,
And hidden one, whose breath
Gives wind and fuel to the fires of Hell!
Ah! sole despair
Of both th’ eternities in Heaven!
Sole interdict of all-bedewing prayer,
The all-compassionate!
Save to the Lampads Seven
Reveal’d to none of all th’ Angelic State,
Save to the Lampads Seven,
That watch the throne of Heaven!

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