Englischer Liederschats, Aus Britischen Und Amerikanischen Dichtern Des XIX. Jahrhunderts

Englischer Liederschats, Aus Britischen Und Amerikanischen Dichtern Des XIX. Jahrhunderts

By (author) 

List price: US$22.96

Currently unavailable

Add to wishlist

AbeBooks may have this title (opens in new window).

Try AbeBooks


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. 1865 edition. Excerpt: ...stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family--Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Wnnv not for him that dieth--For he sleeps, and is at rest; And the couch 'whereon he lieth Is the green eartii's quiet breast: But weep for him who pineth On a far land's hateful shore, Who wearily declineth Where ye see his face no more! Weep not for him that dieth, For friends are round his bed, And many a young lip sigheth When they. name the early dead; Weep not for him that dieth, ' For he has ceased from tears, And a voice to his replieth Which he hath not heard for years; But weep for him who weepeth On that cold land's cruel shore---Blest, blest is he that sleepeth, --Weep for the dead np more! CAROLINE ELIZABETH NORTON. I STOOD BESIDE HIS GRAVE. I sroon beside the grave of him, Whose heart with mine had fondly beat, While memories, from their chambers dim, Throng'd monrnful, yet how sadly sweet! It was a calm September eve, The stars stole trembling into sight, Save where the day, as loth to leave, Still flush'd the heavens with rosy light. The crickets in the grass were heard, The eity's murmur softly fell, And scarce the dewy air was stirr'd, As faintly toll'd the evening-bell. O Death! had then thy summons come, To bid me from this world away, --' 'How gladly had I hail'd the doom That stretch'd me by his mouldering clay! And twilight deepen'd into night, And...show more

Product details

  • Paperback | 114 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 218g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236792297
  • 9781236792297