The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies: Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and Other Poems |
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... flow'rs turn pale , and droop ; Or fell the bearded corn , till gleaners stoop Under fat sheaves , —or blast the piny grove ; - But here thou shalt not harm this pretty group , Whose lives are not so frail and feebly wove , But leased ...
... flow'rs turn pale , and droop ; Or fell the bearded corn , till gleaners stoop Under fat sheaves , —or blast the piny grove ; - But here thou shalt not harm this pretty group , Whose lives are not so frail and feebly wove , But leased ...
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... flow'rs ! CXVI . " Wherefore with all true loyalty and duty Will I regard them in my honouring rhyme , With love for love , and homages to beauty , And magic thoughts gather'd in night's cool clime , With studious verse trancing the ...
... flow'rs ! CXVI . " Wherefore with all true loyalty and duty Will I regard them in my honouring rhyme , With love for love , and homages to beauty , And magic thoughts gather'd in night's cool clime , With studious verse trancing the ...
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... flow'rs To a most gloomy breast . Where is the pride of Summer , -the green prime , — The many , many leaves all twinkling ? -Three On the moss'd elm ; three on the naked lime Trembling , and one upon the old oak tree ! -- Where is the ...
... flow'rs To a most gloomy breast . Where is the pride of Summer , -the green prime , — The many , many leaves all twinkling ? -Three On the moss'd elm ; three on the naked lime Trembling , and one upon the old oak tree ! -- Where is the ...
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... flow'rs At morning hours , Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies . God of the Delphic fane , No more thou listenest to hymns sublime ; But they will leave On winds at eve , A solemn echo to the end of time . TO A COLD BEAUTY ...
... flow'rs At morning hours , Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies . God of the Delphic fane , No more thou listenest to hymns sublime ; But they will leave On winds at eve , A solemn echo to the end of time . TO A COLD BEAUTY ...
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... flow'rs from the shore , And watch in vain . I know my life will fade away , I know that I must vainly pine , For I am made of mortal clay , But she's divine ! M 2 THE EXILE . THE Swallow with summer Will wing o'er THE WATER LADY . 137.
... flow'rs from the shore , And watch in vain . I know my life will fade away , I know that I must vainly pine , For I am made of mortal clay , But she's divine ! M 2 THE EXILE . THE Swallow with summer Will wing o'er THE WATER LADY . 137.
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beauty billows birds bloom blossoms blue breast breath bright brine Brooklets brow buds CENTAUR cheeks churl CIII Circe clouds cold cowslips dance dark dead dear death deep delight dewy dost dread dream elfin elves Ev'n eyes face faint fair fairy fancy farewell fear flowers gaze gentle gloom golden green grief hair hand hast hath heart heav'n HERO AND LEANDER hoary hollow kiss Leander leaves light lily lips live locks look'd looks Love's Lycus magic Meanwhile melancholy mirth moon morn mortal Naiad never night o'er pale pearls pity pluck'd poison'd Puck quoth Robin Goodfellow rose rose red round Sappho Saturn scythe shade shine sighs sing skies sleep smile SONNET sorrow soul stamp'd Stept stream summer sweet tears tender thee thine things thou thought tree turn'd Twas warm wave weep wept Wherefore Whilst wild wind wings wretched
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Page 133 - 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...
Page 164 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...
Page 134 - 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.
Page 113 - ... been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more ! 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. Farewell, farewell, fair Ines, That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck, Nor danced so light before, — Alas for pleasure on the sea, And sorrow on the shore ! The smile that blest one lover's heart...
Page 111 - 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.
Page 122 - Where are the blooms of Summer? — In the west, Blushing their last to the last sunny hours, When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest Like tearful Proserpine, snatch'd from her flow'rs To a most gloomy breast.
Page 129 - Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won. On her cheek an autumn flush, 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 veil'da light, That had else been all too bright.
Page 123 - The swallows all have wing'd across the main; But here the autumn Melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain. Alone, alone, Upon a mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone With the last leaves for a love-rosary, Whilst all the...
Page 129 - Deeply ripen'd ; — 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 veil'da light, That had else been all too bright. And her hat, with shady brim, Made her tressy forehead dim ; — Thus...
Page 112 - 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.