Serious Poems Volume 1

Serious Poems Volume 1

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: brief, Which thus to teach hath set me all agape: But dost thou relish it? O hoary chief! Unclasp thy crooked fingers from my nape, And I will show thee many a pleasant scrape." XCIV Then Saturn thus: --shaking his crooked blade O'erhead, which made aloft a lightning flash In all the fairies' eyes, dismally fray'd! His ensuing voice came like the thunder crash--Meanwhile the bolt shatters some pine or ash--"Thou feeble, wanton, foolish, fickle thing! Whom nought can frighten, sadden, or abash, --To hope my solemn countenance to wring To idiot smiles!--but I will prune thy wing! xcv "Lo! this most awful handle of my scythe Stood once a May-pole, with a flowery crown, Which rustics danced around, and maidens blithe, To wanton pipings;--but I pluck'd it down, And robed the May Queen in a churchyard gown, Turning her buds to rosemary and rue; And all their merry minstrelsy did drown, And laid each lusty leaper in the dew;--So thou shalt fare--and every jovial crew!" Here he lets go the struggling imp, to clutch His mortal engine with each grisly hand, Which frights the elfin progeny so much, They huddle in a heap, and trembling stand All round Titania, like the queen bee's band, With sighs and tears and very shrieks of woe!-Meanwhile, some moving argument I plann'd, To make the stern Shade merciful, --when lo! He drops his fatal scythe without a blow! XCVII For, just at need, a timely Apparition Steps in between, to bear the awful brunt; Making him change his horrible position, To marvel at this comer, brave and blunt, That dares Time's irresistible affront, Whose strokes have scarr'd even the gods of old; Whereas this seem'd a mortal, at mere hunt For coneys, lighted by the moonshine cold, Or stalker of stray deer, more

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  • Paperback | 114 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 218g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236752759
  • 9781236752758