Atto

 1 1|     And melt in air before the light of day;~ ~I know that misty
 2 1|    darkened souls His flame of light He turns,~ ~Yet flame neglected
 3 1|      reason’s sport in morning light.~ ~How can you dread a shade?
 4 2|       more? I grope! O give me light!~ ~ FABIAN. O see her not,
 5 2|     indeed, if round her fatal light you hover!—~ ~The lover,
 6 2|     unveil’st, begirt in lurid light,~ ~The pallid ghost that
 7 2| perfect day~ 345~Find thy full light beclouded, dimmed, astray?~ ~
 8 2|        The old faith wanes,—we light her funeral pyre,~ ~Her
 9 2|      own, but let them see the light!~ ~Their gods of stone,
10 3|     deadly fight—yet brings to light no friend:~ ~In travail
11 3|  new-born—dies ere she see the light.~40~Hope but deceived,—my
12 3|      darkness hateth still the light.~ ~ PAUL. O, by the Gods—~ ~
13 3| envious eye,—as one who sees a light~ 250~That lures him, moth-like,
14 3|        the prey,~ ~I grope for light, but never find the day!—~ ~
15 4| accursed,~ ~On her at last has Light of Asia beamed,~ ~And our
16 4|    that gaze alone on heavenly light,~ ~Naught else is pure,
17 4|   concealed~ ~From one to whom light is yet unrevealed?~160~
18 4|        pour~ ~Through them the light, the light that I adore—~ ~
19 4|    Through them the light, the light that I adore—~ ~Then were
20 4|      POLY.Nay, led by heavenly light!~ ~ PAUL. Thy faith is blindness!~ ~
21 4|     poor!~ ~Await the promised light! Believe! Endure!~ ~But
22 4|        Twere disgrace!~ 275~To light fresh torch from that pale,
23 4|         Ah, let the whole crew light one funeral pyre;~ ~Yes,
24 5|    faith—not reason, shall see light at last;~ ~Soon—when I see
25 5|       break in purest heavenly light.~ ~I too, at last, am Christ’
26 5|      darkness, wafts me to The Light!~ 345~I slew thee, Polyeucte,