The Ovidian Elegiac Metre. (From Schiller.)
I stood in unimaginable trance
And agony that cannot be remembered.
Remorse. Act iv. Sc. 3.
The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
The fair humanities of old religion,
The power, the beauty, and the majesty
That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain,
Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,
Or chasms and watery depths,—all these have vanished;