Fringilla: Some Tales In Verse

"Seven times the moon hath filled her silver horn, And twice a hundred suns awoke the morn, Since thou and I--for half the praise is thine-- Began this study of the flowers divi...

_Meanwhile through lowland, holt, and glade, Sad Eve her lonely travel made; Not fierce, or proud, but well content To own the righteous punishment; Yet found, as gentle mourner...

The tears were still in woman's eyes, When morn awoke on Paradise; And still her sense of shame forbade To tell her grievance, or upbraid; Nor knew she which was dearer cost, To...

HERE IS A CURIOUS LEGEND AS TO THE ORIGIN OP JEALOUSY. WHEN ADAM AND EVE WERE IN PARADISE, THE FORMER WAS ACCUSTOMED TO RETIRE AT EVENTIDE TO THE RECESSES OF THE GARDEN, FOR THE...

True love's regale is incomplete, 'Till bitter leaven make it sweet; Accept not then our tale amiss, That jealousy was part of bliss; But rather note a mercy here, That fact was...

_O'er hill, and highland, moor, and plain, A hundred years, he seeks in vain; Oer hill and plain, a hundred years, He pours the sorrow no one hears; Yet finds, as wildest mourne...

"Confounded tangle! Who could paint all this? A bear might hug him, or a serpent hiss! For love of nature justly am I famed; But when she goes so far as this, she ought to be as...

"YE Gods, I thought myself the Prince of Art, By Phoebus, and the Muses set apart, To smite the critic with his own complaint, And teach the world the proper way to paint. But l...