thee! But O, what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height | Avaunt! and quit my sight. Let the earth hide Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Which thou dost glare with! Whistling in their tempest-flight; With its bolt of fiery night! The Djinns. Trans. of J. L. O'SULLIVAN. V. HUGO. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; They're fairies! he that speaks to them shall die: SHAKESPEARE. This is the fairy land: O, spite of spites! SHAKESPEARE. PUCK. How now, spirit, whither wander you? FAIRY. Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green : The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favors, In those freckles live their savors: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Midsummer Night's Dream, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art Or wert, - a young Aurora of the air, The nympholepsy of some fond despair; Or, it might be, a beauty of the earth, Who found a more than common votary there Too much adoring; whatsoe'er thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth. Childe Harold, Cant. iv. BYRON. Quite spent and out of breath he reached the tree, And, listening fearfully, he heard once more Then sighed the voice, "O Rhocus! nevermore We ever ask an undivided love. And he who scorns the least of Nature's works Is thenceforth exiled and shut out from all. Farewell for thou canst never see me more." J. R. LOWELL. Rhæcus. о And though the Land is thronged again, O Lea, Strange ondness triches all that go with thee. The small birds flaming notes the wild, sharp callo, Share thine own How dark & stein играт the waves looks down · Cliff! _ be with this brow crowow |