...hours, When the mild eve by sudden night is prest Like tearful Proserpine, snatch'd from her flowers, To a most gloomy breast. Where is the pride of Summer,...the naked lime Trembling, — and one upon the old oak-tree ! Where is the Dryad's immortality ? — Gone into mournful cypress and dark yew, Or wearing...

...rr.outh. Where are the merry birds ? — Away, away, On panting wings through the inclement skL-s, Lest owls should prey Undazzled at noonday, And tear...the naked lime Trembling, — and one upon the old oak-tree ! Where is the Dryad's immortality ? — Gone into mournful cypress and dark yew, Or wearing...

...sing for others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity. THOMAS HOOD 647. Autumn 17gg.l845 F SAW old Autumn in the misty morn *• Stand shadowless...leaves all twinkling ? — Three On the moss'd elm j three on the naked lime Trembling, — and one upon the old oak-tree ! Where is the Dryad's immortality...

...pressed Like tearful Prosperine, snatched from her flowers, To a most gloomy breast. Ode to Autumn 1333 Where is the pride of Summer, — the green prime,...many, many leaves all twinkling? — Three On the mossed elm ; three on the naked lime Trembling, — and one upon the old oak-tree! Where is the Dryad's...

...golden corn. Where are the songs of Summer ? — With the sun, Oping the dusky eyelids of the south, s Till shade and silence waken up as one, And Morning...the naked lime Trembling, — and one upon the old oak-tree ! Where is the Dryad's immortality ? — Gone into mournful cypress and dark yew, Or wearing...

...When the mild Eve by sudden Night is pressed Like tearful Prosperinc, snatched from her flowers, ' To a most gloomy breast. Where is the pride of Summer....many, many leaves all twinkling? — Three On the mossed elm; three on the naked lime Trembling, — and one upon the old oak-tree! Where is the Dryad's...

...on the sea, And sorrow on the shore ! The smile that blest one lover's heart Has broken many more ! ODE: AUTUMN I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand...breast. Where is the pride of Summer, — the green pine, — The many, many leaves all twinkling ? — Three On the moss'd elm ; three on the naked lime...

...hours. When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest Like tearful Proserpine, snatch'd from her floVrs To a most gloomy breast. Where is the pride of Summer,...the naked lime Trembling, — and one upon the old oak-tree ! Where is the Dryad's immortality? — Gone into mournful cypress and dark yew, Or wearing...

...to say of him, and staggered on to meaner but more pressing objects. THOMAS HOOD (1799-1845) Ode to y, we will have no more marriages. Those that are...one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. oaktree! Where is the Dryad's immortality? — Gone into mournful cypress and dark yew, Or wearing...

...inclement skies, Lest owls should prey Undazzled at noonday, And tear with horny beak their lustrous ( / oaktree! Where is the Dryad's immortality? — Gone into mournful cypress and dark yew, Or wearing...