A Pageant of Elizabethan Poetry (Classic Reprint)Excerpt from A Pageant of Elizabethan Poetry Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. |