The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies, Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and Other Poems

General Books, 2013 - 42 Seiten
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1827 edition. Excerpt: ... THE PLEA or THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES. I. 'twas in that mellow season of the year. When the hot Sun singes the yellow leaves Till they be gold, --and with a broader sphere The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves; When more abundantly the spider weaves, And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime; That forth I fared, on one of those still eves, Touch'd with the dewy sadness of the time, To think how the bright months had spent their prime. B II. So that, wherever I address'd my way, I seem'd to track the melancholy feet Of him that is the Father of Decay, And spoils at once the sour weed and the sweet; Wherefore regretfully I made retreat To some unwasted regions of my brain, Charm'd with the light of summer and the heat, And bade that bounteous season bloom again, And sprout fresh flowers in mine own domain. III. It was a shady and sequester'd scene, Like those famed gardens of Boccaccio, Planted with his own laurels evergreen, And roses that for endless summer blow; And there were founting springs to overflow Their marble basins, --and cool green arcades Of tall o'erarching sycamores, to throw Athwart the dappled path their dancing shades, . With timid coneys cropping the green blades. IV. And there were crystal pools, peopled with fish, Argent and gold; and some of Tyrian skin, Some crimson-barr'd;--and ever at a wish They rose obsequious till the wave grew thin As glass upon their backs, and then dived in, Quenching their ardent scales in watery gloom; Whilst others with fresh hues row'd forth to win My changeable regard, --for so we doom Things born of thought to vanish or to bloom. V. And there were many birds of many dyes, From tree to tree still faring to and fro, And stately peacocks with their splendid eyes, And gorgeou

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