Dost thou to-night behold,
Here, through the moonlight on this English grass,
The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild deg.? deg.18
Dost thou again peruse
With hot cheeks and sear’d eyes 20
The too clear web, and thy dumb sister’s shame deg.? deg.21
Dost thou once more assay
Thy flight, and feel come over thee,
Poor fugitive, the feathery change
Once more, and once more seem to make resound 25
With love and hate, triumph and agony,
Lone Daulis, deg. and the high Cephissian vale deg.? deg.27
Listen, Eugenia—­
How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves deg.! deg.29
Again—­thou hearest? 30
Eternal passion! 
Eternal pain deg.! deg.32

HUMAN LIFE

What mortal, when he saw,
Life’s voyage done, his heavenly Friend,
Could ever yet dare tell him fearlessly: 
“I have kept uninfringed my nature’s law deg.; deg.4
The inly-written chart deg. thou gavest me, 5
To guide me, I have steer’d by to the end”?

Ah! let us make no claim,
On life’s incognisable deg. sea, deg.8
To too exact a steering of our way;
Let us not fret and fear to miss our aim, 10
If some fair coast have lured us to make stay,
Or some friend hail’d us to keep company.

Ay! we would each fain drive
At random, and not steer by rule. 
Weakness! and worse, weakness bestow’d in vain 15
Winds from our side the unsuiting consort rive,
We rush by coasts where we had lief remain;
Man cannot, though he would, live chance’s fool.

No! as the foaming swath
Of torn-up water, on the main, 20
Falls heavily away with long-drawn roar
On either side the black deep-furrow’d path
Cut by an onward-labouring vessel’s prore, deg. deg.23
And never touches the ship-side again;

Even so we leave behind, 25
As, charter’d by some unknown Powers
We stem deg. across the sea of life by night deg.27
The joys which were not for our use design’d;—­
The friends to whom we had no natural right,
The homes that were not destined to be ours. 30

ISOLATION

TO MARGUERITE

Yes deg.! in the sea of life enisled, deg.1
With echoing straits between us thrown,
Dotting the shoreless watery wild,
We mortal millions live alone. 
The islands feel the enclasping flow, 5
And then their endless bounds they know.