The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged Volume 3 (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. 1852 Excerpt: ...of good assemble, to keep watch Till the foundations of the earth shall fail. I loved thee as became mortality Glancing at heaven; And earthly feelings never mingled with Or marr'd my love celestial. But thou art gone And now I choose to wander when the winds Chase the dark clouds away at dead midnight, For then methinks I see thee. I love to lie by waterfalls, And mark the sheeted silver roll away, Rich as Dorado's paradise; Or listen to its distant music When through the piny forest I do take My solitary way: And then at times I commune with thee, And thou, lone dost thou not (oh say it, ) Bequeath soft messages for me.Unto the dark boughs of the shaking pines t Enough, enough. This is the strangest fancy. And so you love me? Pshaw LYSANDER. By all the gods Ione. I'll not believe it: what you--quite a boy i 'Twill be a pretty tale. LYSANDER. But who shall tell it T IONE. Why I, and all who hear us; for we are Encompass'd by the sylvan deities: And not a foolish word, youth, hast thou spoke, But Echo in her hundred caves has caught The sound, and told it to the wood-nymphs, whence In shape of whispers from the oaken boughs. Hazels or beeches, that like traitors shake At every noise, the words are carried on To the great Pan. LYSANDER. And he--well, what of him f IONE. Oh he loves all the nymphs that haunt the woods, And when he finds they wander from their homes--LYSANDER. Fear him not, sweet lone; I am here, And will protect you ever. IONE. Gentle boy. Thanks, but no more of that: you love me then t LYSANDER. Ay, like the stars. IONE. 'Not as a lover." Oh I love you like the world--myself: alas I know not what, but that I love you. So. You play your part well: who has taught you this? My heart, my heart. Nay pr'ythee; this Is folly surely: you...