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Title: The Culprit Fay
and Other Poems

Author: Joseph Rodman Drake

Release Date: January 18, 2007 [eBook #317]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII)

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Transcribed from the 1836 George Dearborn edition by David Price, email
ccx074@pglaf.org

THE
CULPRIT FAY,
AND
OTHER POEMS

BY JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.

{Cro' Nest, from above West Point, on the Hudson River: p0.jpg}

New York:
GEORGE DEARBORN, PUBLISHER.
1836.

[Entered according to the Act of Congress of the United States of
America, October 31, 1835, by George Dearborn, in the Clerk's Office of
the Southern District of New-York.]

SCATCHERD AND ADAMS,
PRINTERS,
No. 38 Gold-street.

TO
HER FATHER'S FRIEND,
FITZ-GREENE HALLECK,
THESE POEMS ARE
RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED,
BY THE AUTHOR'S DAUGHTER.

Index.

The Culprit Fay
To a Friend
Leon
Niagara
Song
Song
Lines written in a Lady's Album
Lines to a Lady
Lines on leaving New Rochelle
Hope
Fragment
To ---
Lines
To Eva
To a Lady with a Violet
Bronx
Song
To Sarah
The American Flag

THE CULPRIT FAY.

"My visual orbs are purged from film, and lo!
"Instead of Anster's turnip-bearing vales
"I see old fairy land's miraculous show!
"Her trees of tinsel kissed by freakish gales,
"Her Ouphs that, cloaked in leaf-gold, skim the breeze,
"And fairies, swarming--"

TENNANT'S ANSTER FAIR.

I.

'Tis the middle watch of a summer's night--
The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright;
Nought is seen in the vault on high
But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky,
And the flood which rolls its milky hue,
A river of light on the welkin blue.
The moon looks down on old Cronest,
She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast,
And seems his huge gray form to throw
In a sliver cone on the wave below;
His sides are broken by spots of shade,
By the walnut bough and the cedar made,
And through their clustering branches dark
Glimmers and dies the fire-fly's spark--
Like starry twinkles that momently brea