The Sylphs of the Seasons: With Other PoemsCummings and Hilliard, 1813 - 168 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 18
... Do rule by turns the subject earth To serve ungrateful man ; But since our varied toils impart No joy to his capricious heart , " Tis now ordain'd that human art Shall rectify the plan . Then spake the Sylph of Spring serene , " Tis 18.
... Do rule by turns the subject earth To serve ungrateful man ; But since our varied toils impart No joy to his capricious heart , " Tis now ordain'd that human art Shall rectify the plan . Then spake the Sylph of Spring serene , " Tis 18.
Σελίδα 19
With Other Poems Washington Allston. Then spake the Sylph of Spring serene , " Tis I thy joyous heart I ween , With sympathy shall move : For I with living melody Of birds in choral symphony , First wak'd thy soul to poesy , To piety and ...
With Other Poems Washington Allston. Then spake the Sylph of Spring serene , " Tis I thy joyous heart I ween , With sympathy shall move : For I with living melody Of birds in choral symphony , First wak'd thy soul to poesy , To piety and ...
Σελίδα 24
... with universal love For every living thing . And , oh ! if I , with ray divine , Thus tempering , did thy soul refine , Then let thy gentle heart be mine , And bless the Sylph of Spring . And next the Sylph of Summer fair ; The while 24.
... with universal love For every living thing . And , oh ! if I , with ray divine , Thus tempering , did thy soul refine , Then let thy gentle heart be mine , And bless the Sylph of Spring . And next the Sylph of Summer fair ; The while 24.
Σελίδα 25
... Spring that chill'd thy frame In genial vapour flies . Oft by the heat of noon opprest , With flowing hair and open vest , Thy footsteps have I won To mossy couch of welling grot , Where thou hast bless'd thy happy lot , That thou in ...
... Spring that chill'd thy frame In genial vapour flies . Oft by the heat of noon opprest , With flowing hair and open vest , Thy footsteps have I won To mossy couch of welling grot , Where thou hast bless'd thy happy lot , That thou in ...
Σελίδα 31
... Spring , Like Summer , playful pleasures bring , Thy youthful heart to glad ; Yet still may I in hope aspire Thy heart to touch with chaster fire , And purifying love : For I with vision high and holy , And spell of quick'ning ...
... Spring , Like Summer , playful pleasures bring , Thy youthful heart to glad ; Yet still may I in hope aspire Thy heart to touch with chaster fire , And purifying love : For I with vision high and holy , And spell of quick'ning ...
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ALLSTON amid beautiful behold beneath birth bright charm clouds colour confin'd cried darkness Didst doom'd E'en e'er earth eternal exclaim'd eyes faery Fair Ellen fame fate fearful feel Fiend fierce flame gales gaz'd Genius gentle ghosts gibbet gleam glow-worm goblin grace ground hair hand Hast hear heard Heaven inclin'd indolence inquir'd light Lindor living Lord lov'd magick maid Massachusetts meteor mighty mind Minos monster mortal mov'd Muses MYRTILLA Nature Nature's ne'er never night nobler nymphs o'er thy Orpheus PAINT-KING Painter picture plain Poet's praise pride profound pure raptures Rival sable scorn seem'd Shade sigh sight smile SONNET soul sound spake spirits of departed sting strange sublime swain sweet Sylph thee thine thou thought thy heart Thy soul toad toil tongue truth Twas Twere waste wave wind wond'rous words wrought youth
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Σελίδα 41 - O'er ice-incrusted heath, In gleams of orange now, and green, And now in red and azure sheen, Like hues on dying dolphin seen, Most lovely when in death ; ; " Or seen at dawn of eastern light The frosty toil of Fays by night On pane of casement clear, Where bright the mimic glaciers shine, And Alps, with many a mountain pine, And armed knights from Palestine In winding march appear : " 'T was I on each enchanting scene The charm bestowed, that banished spleen Thy bosom pure and light.
Σελίδα 121 - Prithee, love," said the monster, " what mean these alarms ?" She hears not, she sees not the terrible charms, That work her to horror again. She opens her lids, but no longer her eyes Behold the fair youth she would woo ; Now appears the Paint-King in his natural guise ; His face, like a palette of villanous dyes, Black and white, red and yellow, and blue.
Σελίδα 126 - I am lost!" said the fiend, and he shook like a leaf; When, casting his eyes to the ground, He saw the lost pupils of Ellen, with grief, In the jaws of a mouse, and the sly little thief Whisk away from his sight with a bound.
Σελίδα 35 - And now a crimson'd knight of old, Or king in purple proud. And last, as sunk the setting sun, And Evening with her shadows dun, The gorgeous pageant past, Twas then of life a mimic shew, Of human grandeur here below, Which thus beneath the fatal blow Of Death must fall at last.
Σελίδα 42 - Though Autumn grave, and Summer fair, And joyous Spring, demand a share Of Fancy's hallowed power, Yet these I hold of humbler kind, To grosser means of earth confined, Through mortal sense to reach the mind. By mountain, stream, or flower. ' But mine, of purer nature still, Is that which to thy secret will Did minister unseen, Unfelt, unheard, when every sense Did sleep in drowsy indolence. And silence deep and night intense Enshrouded every scene; " That o'er thy teeming brain did raise The spirits...
Σελίδα 123 - With a rock for his muller he crushed every bone, But, though ground to jelly, still, still did she groan ; For life had forsook not the maid. Now, reaching his palette, with masterly care Each tint on its surface he spread ; The blue of her eyes, and the brown of her hair, And the pearl and the white of her forehead so fair, And her lips' and her cheeks
Σελίδα 116 - Yet doomed, like the moon, with no being to cheer The bright barren waste of her mind. But, rather than sit like a statue so still, When the...
Σελίδα 125 - But if I succeed, then, oh, fair Geraldine ! Thy promise with justice I claim, And thou, queen of Fairies, shall ever be mine, The bride of my bed ; and thy portrait divine Shall fill all the earth with my fame.
Σελίδα 121 - Black and white, red, and yellow, and blue. On the skull of a Titan, that Heaven defied, Sat the fiend, like the grim giant Gog, While aloft to his mouth a huge pipe he applied, Twice as big as the Eddystone Lighthouse, descried As it looms through an easterly fog. And anon, as he...
Σελίδα 125 - thou queen of my heart, Thy portrait I oft have essay'd ; Yet ne'er to the canvas could I with my art The least of thy wonderful beauties impart ; And my failure with scorn you repaid. " Now I swear by the light of the Comet-King's tail !