Lays and Legends: Or, Ballads of the New World

Saunders and Otley, 1851 - 166 páginas

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Página 2 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 9 - And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Página 163 - Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Página 162 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Página 152 - Heralds the coming of the morn. Then with joy thou spreadest out All thy little flowers about, Where in holt or upon wold Smiles thy little eye of gold. When with clouds the heavens frown. Then thy little head bends down. Little weather-prophet...
Página 165 - ... certain, that, after they had driven us from Mexico, and slain above 850 of our soldiers and of the men of Narvaez, these beasts and snakes, who had been offered to their cruel idol to be in his company, were supported upon their flesh for many days. When these lions and tygers roared, and the jackals and foxes howled, and the snakes hissed, it was a grim thing to hear them, and it seemed like hell.
Página 163 - full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Página 153 - And when sinks the king of light. Thy violet eyes with tears beam bright ; Till the stars, with softer beam, Like the sun's fair ehildren seem.
Página 163 - Thou strokst me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night. And then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities of the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place and fertile. Cursed be I that did so!

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