The Story of Rimini: A PoemC. and J. Ollier, 1819 - 111 pages |
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Page 68 - Clearly was felt, or down the leaves laughed through ; And here and there, in every part, were seats, Some in the open walks, some in retreats, — With bowering leaves o'erhead, to which the eye...
Page 74 - Twas Launcelot of the Lake, a bright romance, That like a trumpet, made young pulses dance, Yet had a softer note that shook still more ; — She had begun it but the day before, And read with a full heart, half sweet, half sad, How old King Ban was...
Page 75 - So rarely, and displayed so frank a heart, That what with all his charms of look and limb, The Queen Geneura fell in love with him : — And here, with growing interest in her reading. The princess, doubly fixed, was now proceeding.
Page 4 - The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks and snatches up and down, Where the light woods go seaward from the town; While happy faces, striking through the green Of leafy roads, at every turn are seen; And the far ships, lifting their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scattery light, Come gleaming up, true to the wished-for day, And chase the whistling brine, and swirl into the bay.5 Already in the streets the stir grows loud, Of expectation and a bustling crowd.
Page 66 - Hanging thick clusters from light boughs ; in short, All the sweet cups to which the bees resort, With plots of grass, and leafier walks between...
Page 5 - Yearns the deep talk, the ready laugh ascends : Callings, and clapping doors, and curs unite, And shouts from mere exuberance of delight, And armed bands, making important way, Gallant and grave, the lords of holiday, And nodding neighbours, greeting as they run, And pilgrims chanting in the morning...
Page 99 - And, Paulo, thou wert the completest knight. That ever rode with banner to the fight; And thou wert the most beautiful to see, That ever came in press of chivalry ; And of a sinful man, thou wert the best, That ever for his friend put spear in rest; And thou wert the most meek and cordial, That ever among ladies eat in hall ; And thou wert still, for all that bosom gored, The kindest man, that ever struck with sword.
Page 71 - ... water-side, on bowery shelves Leaning at will, — some in the stream at play, — Some pelting the young Fauns with buds of May, — Or half-asleep, pretending not to see The latter in the brakes come creepingly, While from their careless urns, lying aside In the long grass, the straggling waters glide. Never, be sure, before or since was seen A summer-house so fine in such a nest of green.
Page 3 - And there's a crystal clearness all about ; The leaves are sharp, the distant hills look out; A balmy briskness comes Upon the breeze; The smoke goes dancing from the cottage trees; And when you listen, you may hear a coil Of bubbling springs about the...
Page 10 - Fade in the warmth of that great charity ; And hard it is, she thinks, to have no will ; But not to bless these thousands, harder still. With that, a keen and quivering glance of tears Scarce moves her patient mouth, and disappears ; A smile is underneath, and breaks away, And round she looks and breathes, as best befits the day. What need I tell of lovely lips, and eyes, A clipsome waist, and bosom's balmy rise...