The Poet and Elegiac Poems (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 Excerpt: ... upon the greenest lawn--and here We garlanded fair flowers, to deck some cousin, Maid-waiting 'neath yon pine-grove; eager, Sw, eet innocence in her reposed shape. Unfolded bud and ran we through the aisles Of cedars--with their spicy scents, and tunes, Mating our hearts to thrilled joyance;--ran To yon quaint tower, that standeth master-like, Supervisor of the park--and lofty head To scan the prospect wide, and far withdrawn O may mine eyes see thee again, wild youth Disporting, as antelope, through these fair grounds. With brother's endearment whispering me the snares To surprise the hare--to tame the captive hawk--And shun the dangers, brooding in the darker dens Of Nature Were we young --and ten long years Have sung their various lays to me; ten years Wherein my mind bloomed; and the sense of man Upswelled its wave--to flood my soul with gifts Such the sterner mortal nurtures through a life And thou, when boyhood bears adventurous fruit Hadst said a long farewell thou wert embalmed In Death's weird fold, when yet the brow is smooth, And cheeks are round, eyes glisten brightest rays: Diaphanous like the sun's, that shoot from forth Some. crowned, pellucid gem Oh, then we knew No voice that floweth as the mountain-torrent--No heart-throbs, beating as wings of dying swans. No rancorous moans, that quell not when the glow Of Orient splendor invests the dreary day--No deeper thought dipped golden buckets down Than but the dreams of wildest Joy;--and passion Lay, as the sky upon a lake, where round No breath is heard, nor liveth aught to shed A dimpling rain, that ruffles its glassy calm Oh, then to me the wisdom of those peers In poetry's skies was all unknown;--the thrill Of meditation all unfelt;--the sense to know Unlit;--the wild enthusing though...