Tres morillas me enamoran
en Jaén,
We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
THE FIRST BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE Contayning
GIFT from the cold and silent Past!
A relic to the present cast,
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows,
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
Blessed is the birch in the valley of Gwy Whose branches will fall off one by one, two by two
Lord of the Pythian treasure,
What meaneth the word thou hast spoken?
WHEN Orpheus with his wind-swift fingers
Ripples the strings that gleam like rain,
Túrin Son of Húrin & Glórund the Dragon Lo! the golden dragon of the God of Hell,
A floating, a floating
Across the sleeping sea,
Through driving mists I seemed to see
A Thing that smirked and smiled:
I met a wizened woman As I walked on the heath,
"Tandem venias precamur
Nube candentes humeros amictus
\Interior of a cavern in the bowels of the earth, beneath Mount Hecla. Huge rock-fragments, amid which twists tortuously a great root of the tree Yggdrasil. A f
*Eclogue the First.*
Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde,
Who is he that swiftly comes
In the lovely silence of night?—
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
There was once a lady, divinely tall,
who lived high up in a castle wall,
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored
The priest of Chalma's triple idol said.
White Angels, listening all around
The terror, wrath, and strife of men,
What wonder this?--we ask the lympid well,
O earth! of thee--and from thy solemn womb
Helen of Troy has sprung from Hell
To claim her ancient throne,
THE BANISHMENT OF THE CID
He turned and looked upon them, and he wept very sore
The evening is festooned with golden clouds the fairies dance in the meadow
Three dark maids,—I loved them when
In Jaën,—
You virgins, that did late despair
To keep your wealth from cruel men,
Sweet appletree, your branches delight me,
Luxuriantly budding my pride and joy!
Fair as the earliest beam of eastern light, When first, by the bewildered pilgrim spied,
Ye elves! when spangled starlight gleams,
That flit beneath the ray,
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