—Keats
Sunset with its rosy feetStains the grasses low and sweet;And the shadow-beeches softly fallAcross the meadows, dark and tall;O fold awayThe dusty day,Sweet nightfall, in thy curtains gray.
—Japanese
Now fades the last long streak of snow,Now bourgeons every maze of quickAbout the flowering squares, and thickBy ashen roots the violets blow.Now rings the woodland loud and long,The distance takes a lovelier hue,And drowned in yonder living blueThe lark becomes a sightless song.
—Tennyson
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun;A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;Long had I watched the glory moving onO'er the still radiance of the lake below.Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow!Even in its very motion there was rest;While every breath of eve that chanced to blowWafted the traveller to the beauteous west.
—Wilson
Transcriber's Notes:Obvious punctuation errors repaired.On page 32, the first paragraph under ALLUSIONS contains a sentence fragment: "If these allusions." As no meaning could be ascertained, it was retained intact.
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
On page 32, the first paragraph under ALLUSIONS contains a sentence fragment: "If these allusions." As no meaning could be ascertained, it was retained intact.