The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies: Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and Other PoemsLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 - 222 Seiten |
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... Fair Ines The Departure of Summer Song . For Music Ode : Autumn Ballad Hymn to the Sun To a cold Beauty Autumn Ruth .......... The Sea of Death . A Fragment Ballad .... ........ I Remember , I Remember ....... 153 158 ...
... Fair Ines The Departure of Summer Song . For Music Ode : Autumn Ballad Hymn to the Sun To a cold Beauty Autumn Ruth .......... The Sea of Death . A Fragment Ballad .... ........ I Remember , I Remember ....... 153 158 ...
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... fair mate unreconciled , Or warfare with the Gnome ( whose race had been Sometime obnoxious ) , kept him from his queen , And made her now peruse the starry skies Prophetical with such an absent mien ; Howbeit , the tears stole often to ...
... fair mate unreconciled , Or warfare with the Gnome ( whose race had been Sometime obnoxious ) , kept him from his queen , And made her now peruse the starry skies Prophetical with such an absent mien ; Howbeit , the tears stole often to ...
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... shows more gristly from that fair embrace ; But she will ne'er depart . " Alas ! " quoth she , " My painful fingers I will here enlace Till I have gain'd your pity for our race . XXVIII . " What have we ever done to earn 14 THE PLEA OF THE.
... shows more gristly from that fair embrace ; But she will ne'er depart . " Alas ! " quoth she , " My painful fingers I will here enlace Till I have gain'd your pity for our race . XXVIII . " What have we ever done to earn 14 THE PLEA OF THE.
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... fair Eve - Fay made meek address , Saying , " We be the handmaids of the Spring , In sign whereof , May , the quaint broideress , Hath wrought her samplers on our gauzy wing . We tend upon buds ' birth and blossoming , And count the ...
... fair Eve - Fay made meek address , Saying , " We be the handmaids of the Spring , In sign whereof , May , the quaint broideress , Hath wrought her samplers on our gauzy wing . We tend upon buds ' birth and blossoming , And count the ...
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... fair youth seen , Whose tuneful voice , turn'd fragrance in his breath , Kiss'd by sad Zephyr , guilty of his death . XXXVII . " The widow'd primrose weeping to the moon , And saffron crocus in whose chalice bright A cool libation ...
... fair youth seen , Whose tuneful voice , turn'd fragrance in his breath , Kiss'd by sad Zephyr , guilty of his death . XXXVII . " The widow'd primrose weeping to the moon , And saffron crocus in whose chalice bright A cool libation ...
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arms art thou beauty BEDFONT billows birds bloom blossoms blue breast breath bright brine Brooklets brow buds CENTAUR cheeks churl Circe clouds cold cowslips dark dead dear death deep delight dewy dost dream elfin elves Ev'n eyes face faint fair fairy fancy farewell fear fled flow'rs gaze gentle gloom golden gone grass green grief hair hand HARVARD COLLEGE hast hath heart heav'n HERO AND LEANDER hollow kiss Leander leaves light lily lips live locks look'd looks Love's LYCUS magic Meanwhile melancholy mirth moon morn mortal Naiad night o'er pale pearls pity pluck'd poison'd Puck quoth Robin Goodfellow rose round Sappho Saturn scythe shade shadows shine sighs sing skies sleep smiles SONNET sorrow soul stamp'd Stept stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree turn'd warm wave weep wept Wherefore Whilst wild wind wings
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Seite 188 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Seite 186 - Tis nothing but the heron's cry, And plover's answer shrill ; My child is flown on wilder wings, Than they have ever spread, And I may even walk a waste That widened when she fled.
Seite 158 - Fair Ines had always, for me, an inexpressible charm : O saw ye not fair Ines ? She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down. And rob the world of rest : She took our daylight with her, The smiles that we love best, With morning blushes on her cheek, And pearls upon her breast.
Seite 187 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Seite 171 - Where are the songs of Summer ? — With the sun, Oping the dusky eyelids of the South, Till shade and silence waken up as one, And Morning sings with a warm odorous mouth. Where are the merry birds ? — Away, away, On panting wings through the inclement skies, Lest owls should prey Undazzled at noon-day, And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes.
Seite 159 - Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song, With music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng; But some were sad, and felt no mirth, But only music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long.
Seite 206 - s in the wane, There is nothing adorning, The night has no eve, And the day has no morning ;Cold winter gives warning. The rivers run chill, The red sun is sinking, And I am grown old, And life is fast shrinking ;— Here's enow for sad thinking ! ODE TO MELANCHOLY.
Seite 173 - There is enough of wither'd everywhere To make her bower,— and enough of gloom ; There is enough of sadness to invite, If only for the rose that died, whose doom Is Beauty's,— she that with the living bloom Of conscious cheeks most beautifies the light ; There is enough of sorrowing, and quite Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear, — Enough of chilly droppings from her bowl ; Enough of fear and shadowy despair, To frame her cloudy prison for the soul 1 SONNET. IT is not death...
Seite 182 - Deeply ripened ;— such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
Seite 153 - The meeting sweet that made me thrill, The sweetmeats almost sweeter still, No ' satis ' to the ' jams ! '— When that I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy, My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh, And dash the tear-drop from my eye, To cast a look behind ! FAIR IXE3.