Poems Volume 1: Parchments and portraits by William Wetmore StoryPoems Volume 1: Parchments and portraits by William Wetmore Story

Poems Volume 1: Parchments and portraits

byWilliam Wetmore Story

Paperback | October 12, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ...I 'll bite them if you do! You wilful minx, have pity on old Pan--Have pity, or I 'll seize you round the waist, And, whether you will or not, I 'll have my kiss. CLEOPATRA. DEDICATED TO J. L. M. Heke, Charmian, take my bracelets, They bar with a purple stain My arms; turn over my pillows--They are hot where I have lain: Open the lattice wider, A gauze on my bosom throw, And let me inhale the odours That over the garden blow. I dreamed I was with my Antony,. And in his arms I lay; Ah, me! the vision has vanished--The music has died away. The flame and the perfume have perished--As this spiced aromatic pastille That wound the blue smoke of its odour Is now but an ashy hill. Scatter upon me rose-leaves, They cool me after my sleep, And with sandal odours fan me Till into my veins they creep; Reach down the lute, and play me A melancholy tune, To rhyme with the dream that has vanished, And the slumbering afternoon. There, drowsing in golden sunlight, Loiters the slow smooth Nile, Through slender papyri, that cover The wary crocodile. The lotus lolls on the water, And opens its heart of gold, And over its broad leaf-pavement Never a ripple is rolled. The twilight breeze is too lazy Those feathery palms to wave, And yon little cloud is as motionless As a stone above a grave. Ah, me! this lifeless nature Oppresses my heart and brain! Oh! for a storm and thunder--For lightning and wild fierce rain! Fling down that lute--I hate it! Take rather his buckler and sword, And crash them and clash them together Till this sleeping world is stirred. Hark! to my Indian beauty--My cockatoo, creamy white, With roses under his feathers--That flashes across the light. Look! listen! as backward and forward To his hoop of gold he clings, How he trembles, with...
Title:Poems Volume 1: Parchments and portraitsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:66 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.14 inPublished:October 12, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217784143

ISBN - 13:9780217784146