Fretwork, Poems, by C.E. Bourne

Fretwork, Poems, by C.E. Bourne

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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. 1872 edition. Excerpt: ...to Thy palace gates, and jars Just for a moment's space on the full-toned music there 1 Make no more children, God! only men who can suffer and bear! XI. 1 was a child, and trembled with joy at the brightness nigh, I dreamed that my spirit had part with the woods, and the streams, and the sky, In the cycle of nature's rejoicings, and I knew that a voice was mine To waken men's hearts to the knowing this heritage, theirs, divine! XII. I felt the mystic vibrations of the ether that stretches afar, That thrills in the souls of men, and broods o'er the furthest star. Love--love--'twas in love the whole universe rested, I cried--like an ass! Some more brandy, Tom.--While I talk, I think you might fill my glass. XIII. That's enough! Ah, I wish that life were a draught to be drunk like this, Tossed off in a fiery glow--all summed in a moment's bliss! Tis the fault of most pleasures I find--too diluted; where all's so bad, The one thing you can do is just this, make sure of the best to be had! XIV. I was telling some tale? I remember; there's not so much more to be said, No Seven Ages of Man, with an epic to be prosed through under each head; The world met me, and scorched me, and crushed me. Ah! fearful I thought it then;--Not as now, when I laugh at and scorn it--its gods, and its fiends, and its men! xv. I was poor and alone, and the work I was forced the day long to do, Just for bread, was so far from the thoughts and the hopes that within me grew. Yet, I grudged it not, for I knew there was beauty somewhere near--Fair women, pictures, and music, and a future radiant clear. xvi., And I loved, --ah, old fellow, you laugh: of course you've forgot the days When you thought the sweetest and best the world could show--was the gaze Of two soft brown eyes, ...show more

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  • Paperback | 30 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 73g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236526163
  • 9781236526168