Flora
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27 / f ^^^ ^ r THE COMB My mother sate me at her glass ; This necklet of bright flowers she wove ; Crisscross her gentle hands did pass^ And wound in my hair her love.
Deep in the mirror our glances met. And grieved, lest from her care I roam, She kissed me through her tears, and set On high this spangling comb.
THE BIRD SET FREE No marvel. Sweet, you clap your wings In hunger for the open sky ; I see your pretty flutterings.
Will let you fly.
But O, when in some shady grot You preen your breas...t in noonday's blue, Be not your Susan quite forgot.
Who hungers too ! " MOURN'ST THOU NOW?
Long ago from radiant palace. Dream-bemused, in flood of moon. Stole the princess Seraphita Into forest gloom.
Wail of hemlock ; cold the dew-drops ; Danced the Dryads in the chace ; Heavy hung ambrosial fragrance ; Moonbeams blanched her ravished face.
Frail and clear the notes delusive ; Mocking phantoms in a rout Thridded the night-cloistered thickets. Wove their sorceries in and out .
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
27 / f ^^^ ^ r THE COMB My mother sate me at her glass ; This necklet of bright flowers she wove ; Crisscross her gentle hands did pass^ And wound in my hair her love.
Deep in the mirror our glances met. And grieved, lest from her care I roam, She kissed me through her tears, and set On high this spangling comb.
THE BIRD SET FREE No marvel. Sweet, you clap your wings In hunger for the open sky ; I see your pretty flutterings.
Will let you fly.
But O, when in some shady grot You preen your breas...t in noonday's blue, Be not your Susan quite forgot.
Who hungers too ! " MOURN'ST THOU NOW?
Long ago from radiant palace. Dream-bemused, in flood of moon. Stole the princess Seraphita Into forest gloom.
Wail of hemlock ; cold the dew-drops ; Danced the Dryads in the chace ; Heavy hung ambrosial fragrance ; Moonbeams blanched her ravished face.
Frail and clear the notes delusive ; Mocking phantoms in a rout Thridded the night-cloistered thickets. Wove their sorceries in and out .
What to read after Flora?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Pamela Bianco to read onlineMoreLess
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