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. 1851 Excerpt: ...moss That did the old gray rocks emboss, Beside tho stream it could not cross--It lay lamenting its groat lou I In pale cold swoon, with do# bedlght, Low in the Moon's soft ams of light, This lily lay in beauty bright Snowing her whitenoss on the night. IT. For as tho little dappled Fawn, Out of the lily-jdwoled lawn, ...
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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. 1851 Excerpt: ...moss That did the old gray rocks emboss, Beside tho stream it could not cross--It lay lamenting its groat lou I In pale cold swoon, with do# bedlght, Low in the Moon's soft ams of light, This lily lay in beauty bright Snowing her whitenoss on the night. IT. For as tho little dappled Fawn, Out of the lily-jdwoled lawn, At daybreak, eyes the milky Swan Floating upon the Lake at dawn-So did she from the emerald lea Of this dark life gaze silently At lambs beneath the Big Oak tree, Sporting in joyful jubilee. T. Thus all day long adown the Vale Vocal with her eternal wail, She wandered sighing Out her tale Upon tho suckle-seented gale. Sometimes amid the verdant bowers, Attended by the joyful Hours, She scattered dew from off the flowere Down on her limbs in pearly showors. vI. Thus orphaned on the dewy mead, Solf-exiled in her utmost need, A weary, weary life indeed Did she among the lilies lead At noontide, with the wild Giielles, Amid the flowery Asphodels, She learnt to drink from dewy wells That fountalnod in the lily-bells. vII. The Fawn may seek the mountain Doe-Down from the Hills may leap the Roe To whore the saintly lilies blow All night upon the Vales below; The amorous fiW flloj eome again Back t8 tn8 f:1. f ifftsper Cane But for her r, th has slain, She all night loug -hall wait in vain! j VIII. For three long months in bitter cold, With child-like plaint, it meekly told Its sorrows to tho snowy fold That fleeced all night the open wold. At midnight by the purling rill That carolled down the echoing Hill, She heard the plaintive Whippborwill Beg to be whipt--keeps begging still. iz. I took it from the place it lay, And bore it to sweet Alioo Gray--The little Lamb that lived half way To Heaven above--the Child of May. It never, from the first, ...
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