Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Volume 3 by George Gilfillan
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From beauteous Windsor's high and storied halls, Where Edward's chiefs start from the glowing walls, To my low cot, from ivory beds of state, Pleased I return, unenvious of the great. So the bee ranges o'er the varied scenes Of corn, of heaths, of fallows, and of greens; Pervades the thicket, soars above the hill, Or murmurs to the meadow's murmuring rill; Now haunts old hollowed oaks, deserted cells, Now seeks the low vale-lily's silver bells; Sips the warm fragrance of the greenhouse bowers, And tastes the myrtle and the citron flowers;-- At length returning to the wonted comb, Prefers to all his little straw-built home. This seems sweet and simple poetry. AN AMERICAN LOVE ODE. FROM THE SECOND VOLUME OF MONTAIGNE'S ESSAYS. Stay, stay, thou lovely, fearful snake, Nor hide thee in yon darksome brake: But let me oft thy charms review, Thy glittering scales, and golden hue; From these a chaplet shall be wove, To grace the youth I dearest love. |
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