Dreaming on the Conestoga; A Collection of Sonnets Written on the Stream of My Childhood; And, the Poems of Idle Hours in a Busy Man's Life

Dreaming on the Conestoga; A Collection of Sonnets Written on the Stream of My Childhood; And, the Poems of Idle Hours in a Busy Man's Life

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ...clouds, with lash of wind and snow, The restless leaves drive in like frighted sheep, And fill the nooks and crannies, wide and deep. And Death, that touched with soft and guileful hand, Now bares his sword and boldly stalks the land. At ev'ry stroke his victims faint and die, 'Til fields and woods are shorn, and barren lie. O, ruthless Time! Beneath thy silent tread, The heart of Earth, bereft, lies cold and dead. Thou dying Year! Hast thou no grief nor pain, For Spring's rich life, and Summer glory slain? Since first, in mists, thy natal mom has dawned, Thy way has led where open graves have yawned, And joyous mom was lost in night of care, While fainting Hope lay bound with dull Despair. How rich his spoil! Yet Death would not forego, To still a loving heart with one swift blow, --And home, bereft of love's unfailing light, Is dark with grief, ---for Mother died to-night. Now fold her hands upon her gentle breast, As soft she slumbers into endless rest, --The fadeless crown is won, as deep and clear, The midnight bells toll out the passing year. EVENING. A REVERIE. From out the East, where damp her cisterns lie, -The Night, her vesture trails across the sky; Her waiting hosts their signal lights display, Where erst the flaming Sun proclaimed the Day. Scarce pales the blush upon the glowing West, So soft the shadows gloom her pulsing breast; And Evening, from her misty wells, distills Her gracious balm upon the fretted hills. The new-lit Moon with fair Hesperus sails, While yet the loit'ring Day her glory pales, And fleecy clouds, the radiant twain beside, With silver veil their vestal beauty hide. The azure dome above the golden bars, Discloses, one by one, the glinting stars, And soon the silent Warders of the Night, Her somber halls with...show more

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  • Paperback | 84 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 168g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236892534
  • 9781236892539