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Songs Of The Pixies.*
SONGS OF THE PIXIES . *
( From Coleridge ' s Poems . Vide our Review . J
WHEN Evening ' s dusky car , Crown'd with her dewy star , Steals o ' er the fading sky in shadowy flight ,, On leaves of aspen trees We tremble to the breeze , Veil'd from the grosser ken of mortal sight . Or , haply , at the visionary hour ,
Along our wildly-bow ' r'd sequestered walk , We listen to th' enamour'd rustic's talk ; Heave with the heavings of the maiden ' s breast , Where young-eyed loves have built their turtle nest 5 Or guide , of soul-subduing power , The electric flash , that from the melting eye Darts the fond question and the soft reply .
Or thro' the mystic ringlets of the vale We flash our faery feet in gamesome prank 5 Or , silent-sandal'd , pay our defter court Circling the spirit of the western gale . Where , wearied with his flow ' r-caressing sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; leam
Then with quaint music liymn the parting g , By lonely Otter ' s sleep-persuading stream ; Or where his waves , with loud , unquiet , song , Dash'd o'er the rocky channel , froth along ; Or where , his silver waters smooth'd to rest , The tall trees' shadow sleeps upon his breast . Hence ! thou lingerer , light 1 Eve saddens into night . Mother of wildly-working dreams 1 we view The sombre hours , that found thee stand
With down-cast eyes ( a duteous band 1 ) Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew , Sorc ' ress of the ebon throne I Thy power the pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heav ' n ' s lucent roses glow , And cloudsin watry colours drest
, , Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest ; What time the pale moon sheds a softer day , Mellowing the woods beneath its pensive beam For mid the quiv ' ring light 'tis ours to play , Aye-dancing to the cadence of the stream .
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Songs Of The Pixies.*
SONGS OF THE PIXIES . *
( From Coleridge ' s Poems . Vide our Review . J
WHEN Evening ' s dusky car , Crown'd with her dewy star , Steals o ' er the fading sky in shadowy flight ,, On leaves of aspen trees We tremble to the breeze , Veil'd from the grosser ken of mortal sight . Or , haply , at the visionary hour ,
Along our wildly-bow ' r'd sequestered walk , We listen to th' enamour'd rustic's talk ; Heave with the heavings of the maiden ' s breast , Where young-eyed loves have built their turtle nest 5 Or guide , of soul-subduing power , The electric flash , that from the melting eye Darts the fond question and the soft reply .
Or thro' the mystic ringlets of the vale We flash our faery feet in gamesome prank 5 Or , silent-sandal'd , pay our defter court Circling the spirit of the western gale . Where , wearied with his flow ' r-caressing sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; leam
Then with quaint music liymn the parting g , By lonely Otter ' s sleep-persuading stream ; Or where his waves , with loud , unquiet , song , Dash'd o'er the rocky channel , froth along ; Or where , his silver waters smooth'd to rest , The tall trees' shadow sleeps upon his breast . Hence ! thou lingerer , light 1 Eve saddens into night . Mother of wildly-working dreams 1 we view The sombre hours , that found thee stand
With down-cast eyes ( a duteous band 1 ) Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew , Sorc ' ress of the ebon throne I Thy power the pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heav ' n ' s lucent roses glow , And cloudsin watry colours drest
, , Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest ; What time the pale moon sheds a softer day , Mellowing the woods beneath its pensive beam For mid the quiv ' ring light 'tis ours to play , Aye-dancing to the cadence of the stream .