Excerpt from Eleonore: And Other Poems Red-beaded ash, and olive gnarl'd, Until its convolutions tended Down a blue gorge, where lofty pines Stood sentinel. My footstep broke The stillness of the wood, and woke An echo on the crisped air. Crushing the leaves of the Old year With elsewhere noiseless tread Adown The valley, as I went, there fell A radiance on the woods, that told Of day departing, and the frown Of pines ambrosial darker grew Against the evening sky. Right through This wood the stream its course did keep. 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.