. Class book of poetry: consisting of selections from distinguished English and American poets, from Chaucer to Tennyson. The whole arranged in chronological order, with biographical and critical remarks . tom of delight When first she gleamed ujdoii my sight; A lovely ai^parition, sent To be a moments ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilights, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheei-ful dawn; A dancing shajDe, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A spirit, yet a woman too ! Her household mot
. Class book of poetry: consisting of selections from distinguished English and American poets, from Chaucer to Tennyson. The whole arranged in chronological order, with biographical and critical remarks . tom of delight When first she gleamed ujdoii my sight; A lovely ai^parition, sent To be a moments ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilights, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheei-ful dawn; A dancing shajDe, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A spirit, yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human natures daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see Avith eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine;A being breathing thoughtful breath,A traveller betwixt life and death;The reason firm, the temperate will,Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill,A perfect woman, nobly planned,To warn, to comfort, and command;And yet a spirit still, and brightWith something of an angel COLERIDGE. (Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1772-1834.) Scene from Christabel. The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, What makes her iu the wood so late, A furlong from the castle gate? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover thats far away. She stole along, she nothing sighs she heaved were soft and low,And nought was green upon the oakBut moss and rarest mistletoe:She kneels beneath the huge oak-tree,And in silence prayeth she. The lady sprang up lovely lady, Christabel!It moaned as near, as near can what it is, she cannot tell.—On the other side it seems to the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree. 340 COLERIDGE. 341 The night is chill; the forest
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