Mount thro' the nearer mist the chaunt of birds, And talking voices, and the low of herds, The bark of dogs, the drowsy tinkling bell, And wild-wood mountain lutes of saddest swell.
POET Then give me back youth's golden prime, When my own spirit too was growing, When from my heart th' unbidden rhyme Gush'd forth, a fount for ever flowing; Then shadowy mist the world conceal'd, And every bud sweet promise made, Of wonders yet to be reveal'd, As through the vales, with blooms inlaid, Culling a thousand flowers I stray'd.
Like trailing robes the morning mists uproll, Torn by the mountain pines; the flashing rills Shout downward through the hollows of the vales; Down the great river's bosom shining sails Glide with a gradual motion, while from all-- Hamlet, and bowered homestead, and proud town-- Voices of joy ring up into heaven!
bound: 410 Pines, on the coast, through mist their tops uprear, That like to leaning masts of stranded ships appear.
The Caliph accordingly sends for Maistre Thumas, the Priest of the Christians, and tells him the stone must be given up: "Il a. c. ans ut plus c'on i mist a solas Mahon, le nostre Dieu: dont che n'est mie estas Que li vous monstiers soit fais de nostre harnas!"
And here is a country bearing a well-known name, wherein no chill mists press upon our spirits, and no rain falls but what rolls off our backs like April showers off the backs of sleek drakes; where flowers bloom forever and birds are always singing; where every fellow hath a merry catch as he travels the roads, and ale and beer and wine (such as muddle no wits) flow like water in a brook.
He hath lost himself Much since his Daughter mist the happiness My Sister gain'd; and though he call me Foe, I pity him.
Although I mist a happines, I applaud Your nimble wit that securd both our honours.
Thou hast mist the luckiest hand to scratch thy Coxcomb.
Dropping it o'er her diadem To float below her gold-stitched hem, Some duchess through the court should sail Hazed in the cloud of this white veil, As when a rain-drop mists a gem.
"When mists foretel the ev'ning near, And clouds of chilling dew arise, We sought the grave of her so dear, And offer'd there our tears and sighs.
And that smile of hers, so lamentable, but so faithfully friendly, misted his own eyes, for his shamefacedness lowered them no more.
X. "That shapeless phantom sinking slow "Deep down the vast abyss below, "Darts, thro' the mists that shroud his frame, "A horror, nature hates to name!"-- "Mortal, could thine eyes behold "All those sullen mists enfold, "Thy sinews at the sight accurst "Would wither, and thy heart-strings burst; "Death would grasp with icy hand "And drag thee to our grizly band-- "Away!
Sidenote: Job 38:8-11 Or who shut up the sea with doors, When it broke forth, and issued out of the womb; When I made clouds its garments, And thick mists its swaddling-bands, And marked out for it my bound, And set bars and doors, And said, Here shalt thou come, but no further; And here shall thy proud waves stop?
Ye dewy mists the arid rocks o'er-spread Whose slippery face derides his deathful tread!