Lucente stella. Poesie scelte by John Keats

Lucente stella. Poesie scelte by John Keats

Author:John Keats [Keats, John]
Language: ita
Format: epub
Publisher: Feltrinelli
Published: 2022-05-08T22:00:00+00:00


Ode to Apollo

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In thy western halls of gold

When thou sittest in thy state,

Bards, that erst sublimely told

Heroic deeds, and sung of fate,

With fervour seize their adamantine lyres,

Whose chords are solid rays, and twinkle radiant

fires.

There Homer with his nervous arms

Strikes the twanging harp of war,

And even the western splendour warms,

While the trumpets sound afar:

10 But, what creates the most intense surprise,

His soul looks out through renovated eyes.

Then, through thy Temple wide, melodious

swells

The sweet majestic tone of Maro’s lyre:

The soul delighted on each accent dwells, –

Enraptur’d dwells, – not daring to respire,

The while he tells of grief around a funeral pyre.

’Tis awful silence then again;

Expectant stand the spheres;

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20 Breathless the laurelled peers,

Nor move, till ends the lofty strain,

Nor move till Milton’s tuneful thunders cease,

And leave once more the ravished heavens in peace.

Thou biddest Shakespeare wave his hand,

And quickly forward spring

The Passions – a terrific band –

And each vibrates the string

That with its tyrant temper best accords,

While from their Master’s lips pour forth the

inspiring words.

30 A silver trumpet Spenser blows,

And, as its martial notes to silence flee,

From a virgin chorus flows

A hymn in praise of spotless Chastity.

’Tis still! Wild warblings from the Aeolian lyre

Enchantment softly breathe, and tremblingly

expire.

Next thy Tasso’s ardent numbers

Float along the pleasèd air,

Calling youth from idle slumbers,

Rousing them from Pleasure’s lair: –

40 Then o’er the strings his fingers gently move,

And melt the soul to pity and to love.

But when Thou joinest with the Nine,

And all the powers of song combine,

We listen here on earth:

The dying tones that fill the air,

And charm the ear of evening fair,

From thee, great God of Bards, receive their

heavenly birth.



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