Book 2 — THE MAD MONK[347:2]
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THE MAD MONK[347:2]
I heard a voice from Etna's side; Where o'er a cavern's mouth That fronted to the south A chesnut spread its umbrage wide: [348]A hermit or a monk the man might be; 5 But him I could not see: And thus the music flow'd along, In melody most like to old Sicilian song: 'There was a time when earth, and sea, and skies, The bright green vale, and forest's dark recess, 10 With all things, lay before mine eyes In steady loveliness: But now I feel, on earth's uneasy scene, Such sorrows as will never cease;— I only ask for peace; 15 If I must live to know that such a time has been!' A silence then ensued: Till from the cavern came A voice;—it was the same! And thus, in mournful tone, its dreary plaint renew'd: 20 'Last night, as o'er the sloping turf I trod, The smooth green turf, to me a vision gave Beneath mine eyes, the sod— The roof of Rosa's grave! My heart has need with dreams like these to strive, 25 For, when I woke, beneath mine eyes I found The plot of mossy ground, On which we oft have sat when Rosa was alive.— Why must the rock, and margin of the flood, Why must the hills so many flow'rets bear, 30 Whose colours to a murder'd maiden's blood, Such sad resemblance wear?— 'I struck the wound,—this hand of mine! For Oh, thou maid divine, I lov'd to agony! 35 The youth whom thou call'd'st thine Did never love like me! 'Is it the stormy clouds above That flash'd so red a gleam? [349]On yonder downward trickling stream?— 40 'Tis not the blood of her I love.— The sun torments me from his western bed, Oh, let him cease for ever to diffuse Those crimson spectre hues! Oh, let me lie in peace, and be for ever dead!' 45 Here ceas'd the voice. In deep dismay, Down thro' the forest I pursu'd my way.
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Title] The Voice from the Side of Etna; or the Mad Monk: An Ode in Mrs. Ratcliff's Manner M. P.
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sorrows] motions M. P.
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Then wherefore must I know M. P.
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I saw the sod M. P.
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woke] wak'd M. P.
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On which so oft we sat M. P.
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a wounded woman's blood M. P.
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It is the stormy clouds above That flash
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The twilight fays came forth in dewy shoon Ere I within the Cabin had withdrawn The goatherd's tent upon the open lawn— That night there was no moon.
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