The Living Poets of England Volume 2; Specimens of the Living British Poets, with Biographical and Critical Notices and an English Poetry (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.1827 Excerpt: ... AN EASTERN EVENING. lliVENiNG comes on: arising from the stream, Homeward the tall flamingo wings his flight; And where'he sails athwart the setting beam, His scarlet plumage glows with deeper light. The watchman, at the wish'd approach of night, Gladly forsakes the field, where he all day, To scare the winged plunderers from their prey, With shout and sling, on yonder clay-built height, Hath borne the sultry ray. Hark at the Golden Palaces, The Bramin strikes the hour. For leagues and leagues around, the brazen sound Rolls through the stillness of departing day, Like thunder far away. THE APPARITION OF YEDILLIAN. O happy sire, and happy daughter Ye on the banks of that celestial water Your resting place and sanctuary have found. What hath not then their mortal taint defil'd The sacred solitary ground? Vain thought the Holy Valley smil'd Receiving such a sire and child; Ganges, who seem'd asleep to lie, Beheld them with benignant eye, And rippled round melodiously, And roll'd her little waves to meet And welcome their beloved feet. The gales of Swerga thither fled, And heavenly odours there were shed About, below, and overhead; And Earth rejoicing in their tread, Hath built them up a blooming bower, Where every amaranthine flower Its deathless blossom interweaves With bright and undecaying leaves. Three happy beings are there here, The sire, the maid, the Glendoveer; A fourth approaches, --who is this That enters in the Bower of Bliss? No form so fair might painter find Among the daughters of mankind; For death her beauties hath refin'd, And unto her a form hath given Framed of the elements of Heaven; Pure dwelling-place for perfect mind. She stood and gaz'd on sire and child; Her tongue not yet hath power to speak, The tears were streaming down her chee...