FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   5690   5691   5692   5693   5694   5695   5696   5697   5698   5699   5700   5701   5702   5703   5704   5705   5706   5707   5708   5709   5710   5711   5712   5713   5714  
5715   5716   5717   5718   5719   5720   5721   5722   5723   5724   5725   5726   5727   5728   5729   5730   5731   5732   5733   5734   5735   5736   5737   5738   5739   >>   >|  
The dreamy-eyed mistresses circled the sedge, And called for a lover, a lover! XXI I sank, I rose through seas of eyes, In odorous swathes delicious: They fanned me with impetuous sighs, They hit me with kisses vicious. XXII My ears were spelled, my neck was coiled, And I with their fury was glowing, When the marbly waters bubbled and boiled At a watery noise of crowing. XXIII They dragged me low and low to the lake: Their kisses more stormily showered; On the emerald brink, in the white moon's wake, An earthly damsel cowered. XXIV Fresh heart-sobs shook her knitted hands Beneath a tiny suckling, As one by one of the doleful bands Dived like a fairy duckling. XXV And now my turn had come--O me! What wisdom was mine that second! I dropped on the adorer's knee; To that sweet figure I beckoned. XXVI Save me! save me! for now I know The powers that Nature gave me, And the value of honest love I know:- My village lily! save me! XXVII Come 'twixt me and the sisterhood, While the passion-born phantoms are fleeing! Oh, he that is true to flesh and blood Is true to his own being! XXVIII And he that is false to flesh and blood Is false to the star within him: And the mad and hungry sisterhood All under the tides shall win him! XXIX My village lily! save me! save! For strength is with the holy:- Already I shuddered to feel the wave, As I kept sinking slowly:- XXX I felt the cold wave and the under-tug Of the Brides, when--starting and shrinking - Lo, Adrian tilts the water-jug! And Bruges with morn is blinking. XXXI Merrily sparkles sunny prime On gabled peak and arbour: Merrily rattles belfry-chime The song of Sevilla's Barber. THE OLD CHARTIST Whate'er I be, old England is my dam! So there's my answer to the judges, clear. I'm nothing of a fox, nor of a lamb; I don't know how to bleat nor how to leer: I'm for the nation! That's why you see me by the wayside here, Returning home from transportation. II It's Summer in her bath this morn, I think. I'm fresh as dew, and chirpy as the birds: And just for j
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   5690   5691   5692   5693   5694   5695   5696   5697   5698   5699   5700   5701   5702   5703   5704   5705   5706   5707   5708   5709   5710   5711   5712   5713   5714  
5715   5716   5717   5718   5719   5720   5721   5722   5723   5724   5725   5726   5727   5728   5729   5730   5731   5732   5733   5734   5735   5736   5737   5738   5739   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

sisterhood

 
Merrily
 

village

 
kisses
 

Bruges

 

Adrian

 

starting

 
shrinking
 

Brides

 

hungry


XXVIII

 

sinking

 
slowly
 

shuddered

 

strength

 

Already

 

Sevilla

 

wayside

 

Returning

 

nation


transportation
 

chirpy

 

Summer

 

belfry

 

rattles

 
Barber
 

arbour

 
sparkles
 

gabled

 

CHARTIST


answer
 

judges

 

England

 
blinking
 

honest

 

boiled

 

watery

 

crowing

 

bubbled

 

waters


glowing

 
marbly
 
dragged
 

emerald

 

showered

 

stormily

 

coiled

 

called

 

dreamy

 

mistresses