Poems you ought to know . twice five miles of fertile ground 190 .With walls and towers were girdled round;And there were gardens brightwith sinuous rills,Where blossomed many anincense bearing tree;And here were forests ancient asthe hills,Enfolding sunny spots shadow of the dome ofpleasureFloated midway on was heard the mingledmeasureFrom the fountain and was a miracle of rare device,A sunny pleasure dome withcaves of ice!A damsel with a dulcimerIn a vision once I saw;It was an Abyssinian on her dulcimer she of Mount Ab
Poems you ought to know . twice five miles of fertile ground 190 .With walls and towers were girdled round;And there were gardens brightwith sinuous rills,Where blossomed many anincense bearing tree;And here were forests ancient asthe hills,Enfolding sunny spots shadow of the dome ofpleasureFloated midway on was heard the mingledmeasureFrom the fountain and was a miracle of rare device,A sunny pleasure dome withcaves of ice!A damsel with a dulcimerIn a vision once I saw;It was an Abyssinian on her dulcimer she of Mount I revive within me Her symphony and songTo such deep delight twould win me That with music loud and longI would build that dome in air— That sunny dome! those caves of ice!And all who heard should see them all should cry, Beware! Beware!His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice,And close your eyes with holy he on honey dew hath fed And drunk the milk of 191 A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING. BY SIE JOHN SUCKLING. Her finger was so small, the ringAVould not stay on, which thev did bring, It was too wide a peck;And to say truth (for out it must),It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colts neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat,Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they fear^^ the light;But oh, she dances such a way INo sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight. Her cheeks so rare a white was on,No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone),OFor streaks of red were mingled there^Such as are on a Catherine pear (The side thats next the sun). Her lips were red, and one was thin,Compard to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ;But (Dick) her eyes so guard her faceI durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
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