International Library of Masterpieces, Literature, Art and Rare Manuscripts: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy, Poetry, the Drama, Travel, Adventure, Fiction, Volume 8
Harry Thurston Peck
International Bibliophile Society, 1901 - Literature
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Page 2875 - Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Page 3081 - Ye winds ! that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 3079 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!
Page 3081 - Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts, that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Page 2875 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Page 2844 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Page 2850 - The upper air burst into life; And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about; And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud,— The moon was at its edge.
Page 3079 - And loved a timely joke, And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : " I came because your horse would come, And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here — They are upon the road.
Page 2845 - Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'T was sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! " All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. " Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.