The Culprit Fay: And Other Poems

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G. Dearborn, 1836 - 92 pages

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Page 89 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 91 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Page 92 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Page 91 - Flag of the brave ! thy folds shall fly. The sign of hope and triumph high, When speaks the signal trumpet tone, And the long line comes gleaming on.
Page 12 - Tis the dawn of the fairy day." They come from beds of lichen green, They creep from the mullein's velvet screen; Some on the backs of beetles fly From the silver tops of moon-touched trees, Where they swung in their cobweb hammocks high, And rocked about in the evening breeze; Some from the hum-bird's downy nest — They had driven him out by elfin power, And pillowed on plumes of his rainbow breast. Had...
Page 16 - : k lf the spray-bead gem be won, The stain of thy wing is washed away, But another errand must be done Ere thy crime be lost for aye; Thy flame-wood lamp is quenched and dark, Thou must re-illume its spark. Mount thy steed and spur him high To the heaven's blue canopy; And when thou seest a shooting star, Follow it fast, and follow it far — The last faint spark of its burning train Shall light the elfin lamp again. Thou hast heard our sentence, Fay; Hence!
Page 39 - Ouphe and goblin ! imp and sprite ! Elf of eve ! and starry fay ! Ye that love the moon's soft light, Hither, — hither wend your way ; Twine ye in a jocund ring, Sing and trip it merrily, Hand to hand, and wing to wing, Round the wild witch-hazel tree.
Page 40 - Brush the dew and print the lea, Skip and gambol, hop and bound, Round the wild witch-hazel tree. The beetle guards our holy ground, He flies about the haunted place, And if mortal there be found, He hums in his ears and flaps his face. The...
Page 90 - Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
Page 25 - It was a strange and lovely sight To see the puny goblin there ; He seemed an angel form of light...

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