The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies: Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and Other PoemsLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 - 222 pages |
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... cheek , Then blows the shuddering leaf between his lips , Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek , Like a fray'd bird in the grey owlet's beak . VIII . And lo ! upon my fix'd delighted ken Appear'd the loyal Fays . - Some by ...
... cheek , Then blows the shuddering leaf between his lips , Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek , Like a fray'd bird in the grey owlet's beak . VIII . And lo ! upon my fix'd delighted ken Appear'd the loyal Fays . - Some by ...
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... Away , to sport with our young elves , the while We touch the dimpled cheek with roses red , And tickle the soft lips until they smile , So that their careful parents they beguile . XLII . " O then , if ever thou hast 14 THE PLEA OF THE.
... Away , to sport with our young elves , the while We touch the dimpled cheek with roses red , And tickle the soft lips until they smile , So that their careful parents they beguile . XLII . " O then , if ever thou hast 14 THE PLEA OF THE.
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... cheek was softer than a peach , Whereon his tears , for roundness , could not dwell , But quickly roll'd themselves to pearls , and fell , Some on the grass , and some against his hand , Or haply wander'd to the dimpled well , Which ...
... cheek was softer than a peach , Whereon his tears , for roundness , could not dwell , But quickly roll'd themselves to pearls , and fell , Some on the grass , and some against his hand , Or haply wander'd to the dimpled well , Which ...
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... cheek thus passionately wan , I know the signs of an immortal man , — Nature's chief darling , and illustrious mate , Destined to foil old Death's oblivious plan , And shine untarnish'd by the fogs of Fate , Time's famous rival till the ...
... cheek thus passionately wan , I know the signs of an immortal man , — Nature's chief darling , and illustrious mate , Destined to foil old Death's oblivious plan , And shine untarnish'd by the fogs of Fate , Time's famous rival till the ...
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... cheeks are white as blossoms of the dark , Whose leaves close up and show the outward pale , And those fair mirrors where their joys did spark , All dim and tarnish'd with a dreary veil , No more to kindle till the night's return , Like ...
... cheeks are white as blossoms of the dark , Whose leaves close up and show the outward pale , And those fair mirrors where their joys did spark , All dim and tarnish'd with a dreary veil , No more to kindle till the night's return , Like ...
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The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies, Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and ... Thomas Hood Affichage du livre entier - 1827 |
The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies: Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and ... Thomas Hood Affichage du livre entier - 1827 |
The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies: Hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur, and ... Thomas Hood Affichage du livre entier - 1827 |
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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.