Irodalom és művészetek birodalma

Oh God, beyond the highest power of man To comprehend or to conceive, we know Thee but by inward thoughts of bounded span,...

Bright apparition, born of mist In heaven’s dome aloft, Thou hast our tortured foreheads kissed With laughing mouth so o...

I. My Muse, oh, thou who filled of yore The world with weeping, let it now Vibrate with songs of golden joy, Till ea...