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Poems by the Late Thomas Lovell Beddoes, Author of Death's Jest-Book or the Fool's Tragedy; With a Memoir
Poems by the Late Thomas Lovell Beddoes Author of Death's JestBook or the Fool's Tragedy With a Memoir Author:Thomas Lovell Beddoes General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1851 Original Publisher: W. Pickering Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can se... more »lect from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: ALFARABI; THE WORLD-MAKER. A rhapsodical fragment. ? WAS in those days That never were, nor ever shall be, reader, But on this paper; golden, glorious days, Such as the sun, (poor fellow! by the way, Where is he ? I've not seen him all this winter,) -- Never could spin : days, as I said before, Which shall be made as fine as ink can make them; So, clouds, avaunt! and Boreas, hence I to blow Old Etna's porridge. We will make the sun Rise, like a gentleman, at noon ; clasped round With the bright armour of his May-day beams; The summer-garland on his beaming curls, With buds of palest brightness ; and one cloud -- Yes, (I'm an Englishman,) one snow-winged cloud, To wander slowly down the trembling blue; A wind that stops and pants along the grass, Trembles and flies again, like thing pursued ; And indescribable, delightful sounds, Which dart along the sky, we know not whence ; Bees we must have to hum, shrill-noted swallows With their small, lightning wings, to fly about, And tilt against the waters: -- that will do. And now, dear climate, only think what days I'd make if you'd employ me : you should have A necklace, every year, of such as this ; Each bead of the three hundred sixty five -- (Excuse me, puss, (« less