Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem
\nPure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain?
\nBright as the humming-bird\u2019s green diadem,
\nWhen it flutters in sun-beams that shine through a fountain?
\nHast thou a goblet for dark sparkling wine?
\nThat goblet right heavy, and massy, and gold?
\nAnd splendidly mark\u2019d with the story divine
\nOf Armida the fair, and Rinaldo the bold?<\/p>\n
Hast thou a steed with a mane richly flowing?
\nHast thou a sword that thine enemy\u2019s smart is?
\nHast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing?
\nAnd wear\u2019st thou the shield of the fam\u2019d Britomartis?<\/p>\n
What is it that hangs from thy shoulder, so brave,
\nEmbroidered with many a spring peering flower?
\nIs it a scarf that thy fair lady gave?
\nAnd hastest thou now to that fair lady\u2019s bower?<\/p>\n
Ah! courteous Sir Knight, with large joy thou art crown\u2019d;
\nFull many the glories that brighten thy youth!
\nI will tell thee my blisses, which richly abound
\nIn magical powers to bless, and to sooth.<\/p>\n
On this scroll thou seest written in characters fair
\nA sun-beamy tale of a wreath, and a chain;
\nAnd, warrior, it nurtures the property rare
\nOf charming my mind from the trammels of pain.<\/p>\n
This canopy mark: \u2019tis the work of a fay;
\nBeneath its rich shade did King Oberon languish,
\nWhen lovely Titania was far, far away,
\nAnd cruelly left him to sorrow, and anguish.<\/p>\n
There, oft would he bring from his soft sighing lute
\nWild strains to which, spell-bound, the nightingales listened;
\nThe wondering spirits of heaven were mute,
\nAnd tears \u2019mong the dewdrops of morning oft glistened.<\/p>\n
In this little dome, all those melodies strange,
\nSoft, plaintive, and melting, for ever will sigh;
\nNor e\u2019er will the notes from their tenderness change;
\nNor e\u2019er will the music of Oberon die.<\/p>\n
So, when I am in a voluptuous vein,
\nI pillow my head on the sweets of the rose,
\nAnd list to the tale of the wreath, and the chain,
\nTill its echoes depart; then I sink to repose.<\/p>\n
Adieu, valiant Eric! with joy thou art crown\u2019d;
\nFull many the glories that brighten thy youth,
\nI too have my blisses, which richly abound
\nIn magical powers, to bless and to sooth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem Pure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain? Bright as the humming-bird\u2019s green diadem, When it flutters in sun-beams that shine through a fountain? Hast thou a goblet for dark sparkling wine? That goblet right heavy, and massy, and gold? And splendidly mark\u2019d with the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishhistory.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/482"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishhistory.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishhistory.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishhistory.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishhistory.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=482"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/englishhistory.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/482\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishhistory.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=482"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishhistory.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=482"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishhistory.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=482"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}