Sleeping Beauty in the Wood
by Anne Isabella Thackeray Ritchie (1837-1919)
Story of the Duchess of Cicogne and of Monsieur de Boulingrin (who slept
for a hundred years in company with the Sleeping Beauty)
by Anatole France
by George Augustus Baker (b. 1849)
by Mathilde Blind (1841-1896)
by Henry Howard Brownell (1820–72)
a Beauty was Waked and Her Suitor was Suited
by Guy Wetmore Carryl (1873–1904)
Des Vents: 4 [Sleeping Beauty]
by Arthur Davison Ficke
by Walter de la Mare (1873-1956)
by Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–38)
by Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
Sleeping Beauty by James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)
by John Banister Tabb (1845–1909)
by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
by Sarah Helen Whitman (1803–78)
Sleeping Beauty Poetry
James Whitcomb Riley
wind that blew and blew
Over the fields where the ripe grain grew,
ripples of shine and shade
That crept and crouched at her feet and played.
summer washed the moss
Till the sun-drenched lilies hung like floss,
the throne of green and gold
That lulled her there like a queen of old.
the hum of a bumblebee,
Or the long-hushed bugle eerily
a call to the daring Prince
Lost in the wood long ages since?--
old wood, with a palace rare
Hidden away in its depths somewhere!
the Princess, tranced in sleep,
Awaiting her lover's touch to leap
the arms that bent above?
To thaw his heart with the breath of love--
his lips, through her waking tears,
With the dead-ripe kiss of a hundred years!
wind that blew and blew.--
I had blurred my eyes as the artists do,
life to a half-sketched face,
Or dreaming bloom for a grassy place.
droned on in an undertone;
And a shadow-bird trailed all alone
the wheat, while a liquid cry
Dripped from above, as it went by.
to her was the far-off whir
Of the quail's quick wing or the chipmunk's chirr?--
to her was the shade that slid
Over the hill where the reapers hid?--
the hunter, with one foot raised,
As he turned to go--yet, pausing, gazed?
Collected Works of James Whitcomb Riley (1916)