Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . A SONG FROM PARACELSUS. FkstUS. Softly the Mayne river glidctliClose by where my love abidcth ;Sleeps no softer : it proceedsOn through lawns, on through meads,On and on, whateer befall,Meandering and musical,Though the niggard pastures edgeBears not on its shaven ledgeAught but weeds and waving grassesTo view the river as it passes,Save here and there a scanty patchOf primroses, too faint to catchA weary bee . . The river pushesIts gentle way thro
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . A SONG FROM PARACELSUS. FkstUS. Softly the Mayne river glidctliClose by where my love abidcth ;Sleeps no softer : it proceedsOn through lawns, on through meads,On and on, whateer befall,Meandering and musical,Though the niggard pastures edgeBears not on its shaven ledgeAught but weeds and waving grassesTo view the river as it passes,Save here and there a scanty patchOf primroses, too faint to catchA weary bee . . The river pushesIts gentle way through strangling rushes,Where the glossy king-fisherFlutters when noon-heats are near,Glad the shelving banks to shun,Red and steaming in the the shrew-mouse with pale throatBurrows, and the speckled stoat ;Where the quick sand-pipers flitIn and out the marl and gritThat seems to breed them, brown as disturbs the rivers way,Save some lazy stork that springs,Trailing it with legs and wings,Whom the shy fox from the hillRouses, creep he neer so ^
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