Songs Of The Common Day And Ave!; An Ode For The Shelley Centenary

Paperback | February 4, 2012

bySir Charles George Douglas Roberts

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893. Excerpt: ... AN ODE FOR THE CENTENARY OF SHELLEY'S BIRTH I O Tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the sole and spectral star The dear severity of dawn you wear, Or whether in the joy of ample day And speechless ecstasy of growing June You lie and dream the long blue hours away Till nightfall comes too soon, Or whether, naked to the unstarred night, You strike with wondering awe my inward sight,--n You know how I have loved you, how my dreams Go forth to you with longing, though the years That turn not back like your returning streams And fain would mist the memory with tears, Though the inexorable years deny My feet the fellowship of your deep grass, O'er which, as o'er another, tenderer sky, Cloud phantoms drift and pass,--You know my confident love, since first, a child, Amid your wastes of green I wandered wild. in Inconstant, eager, curious, I roamed; And ever your long reaches lured me on; And ever o'er my feet your grasses foamed, And in my eyes your far horizons shone. But sometimes would you (as a stillness fell And on my pulse you laid a soothing palm), Instruct my ears in your most secret spell; And sometimes in the calm Initiate my young and wondering eyes Until my spirit grew more still and wise. IV Purged with high thoughts and infinite desire I entered fearless the most holy place, Received between my lips the secret fire, The breath of inspiration on my face. But not for long these rare illumined hours, The deep surprise and rapture not for long. Again I saw the common, kindly flowers, Again I heard the song Of the glad bobolink, whose lyric throat Pealed like a tangle of small bells afloat. v The pounce of mottled marsh-hawk on his prey; The flicker of sand-pipers in from sea In gusty flocks that...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893. Excerpt: ... AN ODE FOR THE CENTENARY OF SHELLEY'S BIRTH I O Tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, ...

Format:PaperbackDimensions:20 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.04 inPublished:February 4, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0217996787

ISBN - 13:9780217996785

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