Love in Earnest; Sonnets, Ballades, and Lyrics

Love in Earnest; Sonnets, Ballades, and Lyrics

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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. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ...spell; In the early, early morning Its strange mysterious chime Rings through the fading starlight In the throbbing pulse of Time 2 In day-dreams and night-visions It fans my love to flame, For, low and sweet, in my own hearz's beat I ever hear your name I Away in climates clear; In this land it cannot stay, This land so dull and drear; Far beyond a tropic sea, Where all is bright and gay and fair, Fast and free it flies from me, My heart is dwelling there! There, beyond the reach of storm, My choicest treasures lie; To the countries sweet and warm My longings ever fly; Where is soft abiding calm And flower-shed incense in the air, Songsters' psalm and feathery palm, -My thoughts are dwelling there! Little reek I of the pain, The grief, the woe of Life, ----I forget its constant strain, . Its sorrows, ills and strife; In a spot where fear comes not, Away from dread and carking care, All but peace and joy forgot, --My mind is dwelling there! Yet these beauties are to me Of very little worth, --Many lands beyond the sea Are full of light and mirth; Not the power of bird, or flower, Or sunny clime, or perfume rare, Could enchant me for an hour Unless my Love were there! GONE TO SLEEP. EAR little one, beside your bed I sat, your fingers holding; Night's curtain closed about your head, Your list-less form enfolding: You whispered low-, then ceased to speak, And, while your words I pondered, Your lashes drooped along your cheek, --To 'Dreamland off you wandered. The daylight died from off the pane, Without, the dusk was falling, And in the twilight down the lane I heard a night-thrush calling; But in those realms where you had gone, The country of your dreaming, Perchance a bright sun o'er you shone, Or 0. silver moonshow more

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  • Paperback | 30 pages
  • 180 x 242 x 6mm | 80g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236789946
  • 9781236789945