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amid behold beneath birth blush bright charm clouds colour combin'd cried darkness Didst doom'd E'en e'er earth eternal eyes faery Fair Ellen fame fate fearful feel fierce flame frame gales gaz'd Genius gentle ghosts gibbet gleam glow-worm goblin grace ground hair hand Hast hear heard Heaven human inclin'd indolence inquir'd join'd labour light Lindor lips living Lord lov'd magick maid Massachusetts mighty mind Minos monster mortal mountain mov'd Muses MYRTILLA Nature Nature's ne'er never night nought nymphs o'er thy Orpheus PAINT-KING Painter picture plain Poet's praise pride profound raptures Rival sable scorn seem'd Shade sigh sight smile SONNET sound spake Spring sting strange sublime swain sweet Sylph thee thine thou thought thy heart Thy soul toad toil tongue truth Twas Twere vision voice waste wave wind wond'rous words wrought youth
Strana 123 - Prithee, love," said the monster, " what mean these alarms ?" She hears not, she sees not the terrible charms, That work her to horror again. She opens her lids, but no longer her eyes Behold the fair youth she would woo ; Now appears the Paint-King in his natural guise ; His face, like a palette of villanous dyes, Black and white, red and yellow, and blue.
Strana 120 - Fair damsel," said he (and he chuckled the while), " This picture, I see, you admire : Then take it, I pray you ; perhaps 'twill beguile Some moments of sorrow (nay, pardon my smile), Or, at least, keep you home by the fire.
Strana 2 - District Clerk's Office. BE IT REMEMBERED, That on the seventh day of May, AD 1828, in the fifty-second year of the Independence of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, SG Goodrich, of the said District, has deposited in this office the...
Strana 17 - O'er all the varying year ! But ere thou rulest the Fates command, That of our chosen rival band A Sylph shall win thy heart and hand. Thy soyereignty to share.
Strana 122 - And mine, lovely maid, thou art now !" Then high from the ground did the grim monster lift The loud-screaming maid like a blast ; And he sped through the air like a meteor swift, While the clouds, wand'ring by him, did fearfully drift To the right and the left as he passed.
Strana 14 - An oozing drop, her silent spell No sound had ever broke. There motionless I stood alone, Like some strange monument of stone Upon a barren wild; Or like, (so solid and profound The darkness seem'd that wall'd me round) A man that's buried under ground, Where pyramids are pil'd.
Strana 125 - With a rock for his muller he crush'd every bone, But, though ground to jelly, still, still did she groan; For life had forsook not the maid. Now reaching his palette, with masterly care Each tint on its surface he spread; The blue of her eyes, and the brown of her hair, And the pearl and the white of her forehead so fair, And her lips' and her cheeks
Strana 126 - Yet ne'er to the canvas could I with my art The least of thy wonderful beauties impart ; And my failure with scorn you repaid. " Now I swear by the light of the Comet-King's tail!