The Sylphs of the Seasons, With Other Poems. by W. Allston. |
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amid behold beneath birth blush bright charm clouds colour combin'd cried darkness Didst doom'd E'en e'er earth Eccentrick eternal exclaim'd eyes faery Fair Ellen fame fate fearful feel fierce fix'd flame frame gales gaz'd Genius gentle ghosts gibbet gleam glow-worm goblin grace ground hair hand Hast hear heard Heaven human inclin'd indolence inquir'd join'd light Lindor lips living Lord lov'd magick maid mighty mind Minos monster mortal mov'd Muses MYRTILLA Nature Nature's ne'er never night nought nymphs o'er thy Orpheus PAINT-KING Painter picture plain Poet's praise pride profound raptures Rival sable scorn seem'd Shade sigh sight smile SONNET sound spake Spring sting strange sublime swain sweet Sylph thee thine thou thought thy heart Thy soul toad toil tongue truth Twas Twere vision voice waste wave wind wond'rous wrought youth
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Page 116 - Fair damsel," said he (and he chuckled the while), " This picture, I see, you admire : Then take it, I pray you ; perhaps 'twill beguile Some moments of sorrow (nay, pardon my smile), Or, at least, keep you home by the fire.
Page 118 - Now suddenly sloping his hurricane flight, With an eddying whirl he descends ; The air all below him becomes black as night, And the ground where he treads, as if mov'd with affright, Like the surge of the Caspian bends.
Page 39 - 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 of departed days Through all the varying year, And images of things remote, And sounds' that long had ceased to float.
Page 123 - Fairies, shalt ever be mine, The bride of my bed ; and thy portrait divine Shall fill all the earth with my fame.
Page 114 - Like a sailor she seem'd on a desolate shore, With nor house, nor a tree, nor a sound but the roar Of breakers high dashing around. From object to object still, still would she veer, Though nothing, alas, could she find ; Like the moon, without atmosphere, brilliant and clear, Yet doom'd, like the moon, with no being to cheer The bright barren waste of her mind.
Page 121 - With- a rock for his muller he crush'd 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
Page 125 - 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.
Page 148 - E'en so, thou strangest of all beings strange! E'en so thy visionary scenes I hail; That like the ramblings of an idiot's speech, No image giving of a thing on earth.
Page 19 - I to these the magic gave, That made thy heart, a willing slave, To gentle Nature bend ; And taught thee how with tree and flower, And whispering gale, and dropping shower, In converse sweet to pass the hour, As with an early friend...
Page 37 - 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.