I met a wizened woman As I walked on the heath,
We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
GIFT from the cold and silent Past!
A relic to the present cast,
A floating, a floating
Across the sleeping sea,
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows,
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
Tres morillas me enamoran
en Jaén,
WHEN Orpheus with his wind-swift fingers
Ripples the strings that gleam like rain,
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;
A ferlie he spied wi' his ee;
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
THE FIRST BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE Contayning
Blessed is the birch in the valley of Gwy Whose branches will fall off one by one, two by two
The owl is abroad,the bat and the toad,
And so is the cat-a mountain,
THE BANISHMENT OF THE CID
He turned and looked upon them, and he wept very sore
There was once a lady, divinely tall,
who lived high up in a castle wall,
"O hone a rie'! O hone a rie!"
The pride of Albin's line is o'er,
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
The evening is festooned with golden clouds the fairies dance in the meadow
To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight,
Túrin Son of Húrin & Glórund the Dragon Lo! the golden dragon of the God of Hell,
Who is he that swiftly comes
In the lovely silence of night?—
Lord of the Pythian treasure,
What meaneth the word thou hast spoken?
What wonder this?--we ask the lympid well,
O earth! of thee--and from thy solemn womb
*Eclogue the First.*
Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde,
"AND did you really walk," said I,
"On such a wretched night?
Helen of Troy has sprung from Hell
To claim her ancient throne,
Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
The ghosts of all things past parade, Emerging from the mist and shade
Scene: On Monaro
Dramatis Personae:
Does pleasant spring return once more?
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