The Family Library of Poetry and Song; Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets, English, Scotch, Irish and American. Including Translations from T

The Family Library of Poetry and Song; Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets, English, Scotch, Irish and American. Including Translations from T

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 edition. Excerpt: ... sweet it was to breathe that cooler air, And take possession of my father's chair I Beneath my elbow, on the solid frame, Appeared the rough initials of my name, Cut forty years before! The same old clock Struck the same bell, and gave my heart a shock I never can forget. A short breeze sprung, And while a si'h was trembling on my tongue, Caught the old dangling almanacs behind, And up they flew like banners in the wind; Then gently, singly, down, down, down they went, And told of twenty years that I had spent Far from my native land. That instant came A robin on the threshold; though so tame, At first he looked distrustful, almost shy, And cast on me his coal-black steadfast eye, And seemed to say, --past friendship to renew, --"Ah ha! old worn-out soldier, is it you?" While thus I mused, still gazing, gazing still, On beds of moss that spread the window-sill, f deemed no moss my eyes had ever seen Had been so lovely, brilliant, fresh, and green, And guessed some infant hand had placed it there, And prized its hue, so exquisite, so rare. Feelings on feelings mingling, doubling rose; My heart felt everything but calm repose; 1 could not reckon minutes, hours, nor years, But rose at once, and bursted into tears; Then, like a fool, confused, sat down again, And thought upon the past with shame and pain; I raved at war and all its horrid cost, And glory's quagmire, where the brave arc lost. On carnage, fire, and plunder long I mused, And cursed the murdering weapons I had used. Two shadows then I saw, two voices heard, One bespoke age, and one a child's appeared. In stepped my father with convulsive start, And in an instant clasped me to his heart. Close by him stood a little blue-eyed maid; And stooping to the child, the old man said, ...show more

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  • Paperback | 580 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 30mm | 1,021g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236652789
  • 9781236652782