A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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So close were roM ~md lip together twiDe!t,
A double flower that from one bod bad blown,
Till none could tell, ao sweetly were they blended,
Wbere IWI!ll'd the enrYing lip, or where the rcee-bloom
endtd.

OnP, half-aaleep, cruahieg the twioM 1lowena,
Upon a velvet alope like Dian lay;
Still M " lark that 'mid the daiaiee cowera:
Her loop'd-np t.nnic, toBS'd in disanay,
Sbow'd rounded limbs too fair for e&rtbly bowen ;
They look'd like roeea on a cloudy day,
The w&rm white dull'd amid the colder green;
Tbe fiowera too rongb a couoh that lovely ah&pe to sareen.

Some lay like Thetis' nympha along tbe ahore,
With ocean-pearl combiDg their golden loeb,
ADd aingin$. to the wavea for evermore;
Sinking like fiowera at eve beaide the ncb,
II bot a aound above the mufled rOM
or the low wa.vea waa beard. In little fiocb
Others went tr ooping through the wooded alleyw,
Their kirtles gl~Wcing white, like atreams ill .uuy vafleya.

They were such form11 as, imaged in the night,
Sail io our dream!l ac:ross the heavens' steep blue;
When the closed lid sees virions streaming bright,
1'oo beautiful to meet the na\ed view,
Like faces rorm'd in clouds of" silver light.
Women they were I auch aa the angels knew--
Such Nl the Mammoth look'd on, ere be fted,
Scared by tbe Ioven' wings, that etret.m'd in aaneet red.
Mn.t.zR-

~ !Jrtnm ni Dinttr t~111T9tb ta Spring.

1 DRE.Al4'D that, aa I wander'd by the WilY

&re Winter rnddenly was ohanged to Spring,

And gentle odours l~d my atepa aatray,

Mii'd with a sound or wa.te~ murmuring

Along a shelving bank of turt', which l~y

Under a. copee, and hardly dared to fting

Ita green arroa round the bosom or the streamt

But kiaa'd it 8Jld then fled, n.s Thou mightest m dream.