The poem "Ne Plus Ultra" is a dark and ominous piece that uses imagery of darkness, storms, dragons and the fires of hell to describe an ominous force. It refers to this force as the "sole permitted opposite of God" and something that is only revealed to the "Lampads Seven" angels. The poem "Work Without Hope" is about feeling like the sole inactive thing in nature while others are busy. It describes knowing where beauty lies but being unable to partake, leaving the speaker feeling dreary without hope or purpose.
The poem "Ne Plus Ultra" is a dark and ominous piece that uses imagery of darkness, storms, dragons and the fires of hell to describe an ominous force. It refers to this force as the "sole permitted opposite of God" and something that is only revealed to the "Lampads Seven" angels. The poem "Work Without Hope" is about feeling like the sole inactive thing in nature while others are busy. It describes knowing where beauty lies but being unable to partake, leaving the speaker feeling dreary without hope or purpose.
The poem "Ne Plus Ultra" is a dark and ominous piece that uses imagery of darkness, storms, dragons and the fires of hell to describe an ominous force. It refers to this force as the "sole permitted opposite of God" and something that is only revealed to the "Lampads Seven" angels. The poem "Work Without Hope" is about feeling like the sole inactive thing in nature while others are busy. It describes knowing where beauty lies but being unable to partake, leaving the speaker feeling dreary without hope or purpose.
Antipathist of Light! Fate's only essence! primal scorpion rod— The one permitted opposite of God!—
Condensed blackness and abysmal storm
Compacted to one sceptre Arms the Grasp enorm— The Interceptor— 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! Work Without Hope Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1772-1834
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing— And Winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! With lips unbrighten'd, wreathless brow, I stroll: And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live.
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