Anster fair, a poem [by W. Tennant].

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Page 81 - Her locks, apparent tufts of wiry gold, Lay on her lily temples, fairly dangling, And on each hair, so harmless to behold, A lover's soul hung mercilessly strangling; The piping silly zephyrs vied t...
Page 250 - God ! that sit'st on high Amid the dances of the sky, And guidest with thy gentle sway The planets on their tuneful way ; Sweet Peace ! shall ne'er again The smile of thy most holy face, From thine ethereal dwelling-place, Rejoice the wretched, weary race Of discord-breathing men ? Too long...
Page 80 - New-wash'd, and doubly fulgent from the streams ; The Chaldee shepherd eyes her light afar, And on his knees adores her as she gleams : So shone the stately form of MAGGiE LAUDER, And so th' admiring crowds pay homage, and applaud her.
Page 48 - And some are flushed with horns of pithy ale, And some are fierce with drams of smuggled gin. * * * * And market-maids, and aproned wives, that bring Their gingerbread in baskets to the Fair; And cadgers with their creels, that hang by string From their lean horse ribs, rubbing off the hair; And crook-legg'd cripples that on crutches swing Their shabby persons with a noble air. * * * * Nor only was the land with crowds opprest, That trample forward to th...
Page 251 - To see the parent's silent tear For children fallen beneath the spear; And I have felt so sore The sense of human guilt and woe, That I, in Virtue's passioned glow, Have cursed (my soul was wounded so) The shape of man I bore! Then come from thy serene abode, Thou gladness-giving child of God! And cease the world's ensanguined strife, And reconcile my soul to life; For much I long to see, Ere...
Page 45 - Go out her craftsmen with tumultuous din, Her wind-bleach'd fishers, sturdy-limb'd and hale, Her in-kneed tailors, garrulous and thin ; And some are flush'd with horns of pithy ale, And some are fierce with drams of smuggled gin, While, to augment his drowth, each to his jaws A good Grail capon * holds, at which he rugs and gnaws.
Page 75 - ... change Their barren brown into a ruddy gleam, And, on ten thousand dew-bent leaves and sprays, Twinkle ten thousand suns, and fling their petty rays. Up from their nests and fields of tender corn Full merrily the little skylarks spring, And on their dew-bedabbled pinions borne, Mount to the heaven's blue keystone...
Page 73 - I WISH I had a cottage snug and neat Upon the top of many-fountain'd Ide, That I might thence in holy fervour greet The bright-gown'd Morning tripping up her side ; And when the low Sun's glory-buskin'd feet Walk on the blue wave of th...
Page 249 - Too long, 0 gladness-giving Queen ! Thy tarrying in heaven has been ; Too long o'er this fair blooming world The flag of blood has been unfurled, Polluting God's pure day ; Whilst, as each maddening people reels, War onward drives his scythed wheels, And at his horses' bloody heels Shriek Murder and Dismay.
Page 145 - O'er the deep sea come pinion-wafted on ; The light-detesting bats now flap above, Scaring the sun with wings to day unknown — Round Robert's head they dance, they cry, they sing, And shear the subtile sky with broad and playful wing. And eke the mermaids that in ocean swim, Drawn by that music from their shelly caves, Peep now unbashful from the salt-sea brim, And flounce and plash exulting in the waves ; They spread at large the white and floating limb, That Neptune amorously clips and laves,...

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