The book Imagination the Maniacs Dream And Other Poems was written by author Henry Tudor Farmer Here you can read free online of Imagination the Maniacs Dream And Other Poems book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is Imagination the Maniacs Dream And Other Poems a good or bad book?
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minstrel thus, thy morning hour By Genius fair was crown'd; (}0 POEMS. She call'd thee to her freshest bower, And there thy temples bound : But ah ! before the evening fled, That pensive maiden sigh'd ! The chaplet fell from off thy head, And all its roses died. Tho' others pass unheeding by Thy lone sequester'd bier; Tho' others heave no kindred sigh, And drop no pitying tear : Still will I seek that lonely wold, And dress with flowers thy head, And scatter cypress o'er the mould, And mourn th...e minstrel dead. On Ora's steep a flowret grew, Its early hues were bright; It glisten'd in the morning dew, But wither'd e'er the night. She ceas'd, and threw from off her hair The drooping flowers that wither'd there; POEMS. 61 That pensive lady seem'd inclin'd To leave her magic lyre behind. The moon now hid behind a cloud, Like pallid maiden 'neath a shroud, And darkness stalked from pole to pole, Like madness o'er the wretch's soul. In lovely brightness once again, The moon look'd down upon the plain; Her quick glance o'er the dew appears, Like sudden joy when steep'd in tears; Then no one stood beside the dead, The gentle maid of Heaven had fled; But loosely scatter'd o'er the ground, The broken silver strings were found.
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