The Culprit FayG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1891 - 137 páginas |
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25 JUNE afar arch of silver azure bade beach of sand beam beetle Beneath billow blade bootle-blade breast brine brow burnished charmèd cheek CHIVER clouds cobweb courser crimson CULPRIT FAY dance earth earthly elfin court eyes fair fairy ground fell fire-fly steed flew flies flings float glance gleaming bright glittering goblin haunted heaved heaven Hither humbird's javelin JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE kissed lamp is quenched lance leap limbs lovely milky moon moonlight moonshine moony Naught night ning's o'er Ouphe PATENT prickly prong print the lea purple quenched and dark rock rolls round him cast Round the wild shade shadowy shore snowy spark sprite squab stain star starry steed and spur stings stream sturgeon swift sylphid sylphs thine elfin Thou hast Thou shalt Thy flame-wood lamp Thy wings tiny toad tread Twine ye vestal water-sprites waters blue wave welkin blue wild witch-hazel tree wind
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Página 23 - A scene of sorrow waits them now, For an Ouphe has broken his vestal vow ; He has loved an earthly maid, And left for her his woodland shade ; He has lain upon her lip of dew, And sunned him in her eye of blue, Fanned her cheek with his wing of air, Played in the ringlets of her hair, And, nestling on her snowy breast, Forgot the lily-king's behest.
Página 9 - ... Tis the middle watch of a summer's night — The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright : Naught is seen in the vault on high But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky, And the flood which rolls its milky hue, A river of light on the welkin blue. The moon looks down on old Cronest, She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast, And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below...
Página 29 - And thou shouldst pay the forfeit high, But well I know her sinless mind Is pure as the angel forms above, Gentle and meek, and chaste and kind, Such as a spirit well might love, Fairy ! had she spot or taint, Bitter had been thy punishment. Tied to the hornet's shardy wings ; Tossed on the pricks of nettles...
Página 15 - And he has awakened the sentry elve Who sleeps with him in the haunted tree, To bid him ring the hour of twelve, And call the fays to their revelry ; Twelve small strokes on his tinkling bell — ('Twas made of the white snail's pearly shell,) — " Midnight comes, and all is well ! Hither, hither, wing your way ! 'Tis the dawn of the fairy day.
Página 59 - He turned him round and fled amain With hurry and dash to the beach again ; He twisted over from side to side, And laid his cheek to the cleaving tide. The strokes of his plunging arms are fleet, And with all his might he flings his feet, But the water-sprites are round him still, To cross his path and work him ill.
Página 37 - ... must be done Ere thy crime be lost for aye; Thy flame-wood lamp is quenched and dark, Thou must re-illume its spark. Mount thy steed and spur him high To the heaven's blue canopy; And when thou seest a shooting star, Follow it fast, and follow it far — The last faint spark of its burning train Shall light the elfin lamp again. Thou hast heard our sentence, Fay; Hence! to the water-side, away...
Página 131 - The fiends of the cloud are bellowing loud,. But the sylphid charm is strong ; He gallops unhurt in the shower of fire, While the cloud-fiends fly from the blaze; He watches each flake till its sparks expire, And rides in the light of its rays.
Página 133 - Ouphe and goblin! imp and sprite! Elf of eve! and starry Fay! Ye that love the moon's soft light, Hither — hither wend your way; Twine ye in a jocund ring, Sing and trip it merrily, Hand to hand, and wing to wing, Round the wild witch-hazel tree.
Página 83 - He turns, and lo ! on either side The ripples on his path divide ; And the track o'er which his boat must pass Is smooth as a sheet of polished glass. Around, their limbs the sea-nymphs lave, With snowy arms half swelling out, While on the glossed and gleamy wave Their sea-green ringlets loosely float ; They swim around with smile and song ; They press the bark with pearly hand...
Página 95 - The fell mosqueto checked his drone And folded his wings till the Fay was gone, And the wily beetle dropped his head. And fell on the ground as if he were dead: They crouched them close in the darksome shade, They quaked all o'er with awe and fear, For they had felt the blue-bent blade. And writhed at the prick of the elfin spear; Many a time on a summer's night.