The Culprit Fay: And Other PoemsGrolier Club, 1923 - 49 pages |
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adown afar arms arrowy lance azure bade beach beneath billow blade bosom breast breath bright brine Bronx brow caught a glimmering charmed cheek Cheerly ply cloud color by E. E. courser crimson bell CULPRIT FAY dance droplet drove his steed E. E. Winchell earth earthly edition fair fairy fell flew flings float foam gale gleam glimmering spark glittering goblin green GROLIER CLUB harp haunted heaved heaven imps JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE kissed lichen light lightning's speed limbs milky MINIATURE BY METCALF moon moonlight moonshine moony mountain night Ouphe plumes poem purple rainbow rattling thunder-stroke river rock rolls Round the wild shade shadowy sing smooth snowy song soul SPARKLING DEW sprite star starry strain stream strikes sturgeon sulphur smoke sweet swift sylphs tempest thee Thou hast Thou shalt Thy wings tread UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA warrior water-sprites waters wave welkin blue wend wild witch-hazel tree wind
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Page 46 - 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 48 - Flag of the seas! on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; When death, careering on the gale, 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 tliee. And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Page 19 - While on the glossed and gleamy wave Their sea-green ringlets loosely float; They swim around with smile and song; They press the bark with pearly hand...
Page 6 - And thou shouldst pay the forfeit high, But well I know her sinless mind Is pure as the angel forms above, Gentle and meek, and chaste and kind, Such as a spirit well might love, Fairy! had she spot or taint, Bitter had been thy punishment. Tied to the hornet's shardy wings; Tossed on the pricks of nettles...
Page 23 - His wings are wet around his breast, The plume hangs dripping from his crest, His eyes are blur'd with the lightning's glare, And his ears are stunned with the thunder's blare, But he gave a shout, and his blade he drew, He thrust before and he struck behind, Till he pierced their cloudy bodies through, And gashed their shadowy limbs of wind, Howling the misty spectres flew, They rend the air with frightful cries, For he has gained the welkin blue, And the land of clouds beneath him lies.
Page 10 - The elfin cast a glance around, As he lighted down from his courser toad, Then round his breast his wings he wound, And close to the river's brink he strode, He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer...
Page 15 - Thither he ran, and he bent him low, He heaved at the stern and he heaved at the bow. And he pushed her over the yielding sand, Till he came to the verge of the haunted land. She was as lovely a pleasure-boat...
Page 16 - And saw beneath the surface dim The brown-backed sturgeon slowly swim : Around him were the goblin train ; But he sculled with all his might and main, And followed wherever the sturgeon led, Till he saw him upward point his head ; Then he dropped his paddle blade, And held his colen goblet up To catch the drop in its crimson cup.
Page 28 - For he thought upon her look so meek, And he thought of the light flush on her cheek : Never again might he bask and lie On that sweet cheek and moonlight eye, But in his dreams her form to see, To clasp her in his revery, To think upon his virgin bride, Was worth all heaven, and earth beside.
Page 7 - Thou shalt seek the beach of sand Where the water bounds the elfin land, Thou shalt watch the oozy brine Till the sturgeon leaps in the bright moonshine, Then dart the glistening arch below, And catch a drop from his silver bow. The water-spirits will wield their arms And dash around, with roar and rave, And vain are the woodland spirits' charms, They are the imps that rule the wave.