Robert Southey

Now, motionless and dark, eluded search
Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky,
Rose like a shower of read more

Now, motionless and dark, eluded search
Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky,
Rose like a shower of fire.

"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"

"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each read more

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky
Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray,
Each in the south melting.

And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a read more

And as, when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a sober hue display
Less bright than they,
But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree?

It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.

It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.