Original Poems, by A. and J. Taylor. Author's Complete Ed

Original Poems, by A. and J. Taylor. Author's Complete Ed

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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. 1876 edition. Excerpt: ...But all its fair colours are shade. 86 Night. The sun, sinking under the hill, Is gone other mornings to make; The bustle of business is still; Only sorrow and sin are awake! The busy hand, busy no more, Is sunk from its labours to rest; Closed tight is each window and door, Where once the gay passengers pressed. The houses of frolic and fun Are empty, and desolate all; The din of the coaches is done, And the weary horse rests in his stall. Just such is the season of death, Which comes upon each of us fast! The bosom can't flutter with breath, When life's little day-time is past. The blood freezes cold in its vein, The heart sinks for ever to rest; Not a fancy flits over the brain, Not a sigh finds its way from the breast. The tongue stiff and silent is grown, The pale lips move never again: The smile and the dimple are flown, And the voice both of pleasure and pain. Clay-cold the once feverish head, The eye's pleasant flashing has ceased; And narrow and dark is the bed Where comes the grave-worm to his feast! Deaf Martha. 87 But as, from the silence and gloom, Another bright morning shall rise, So, bursting away from the tomb, We shall mount far away to the skies. And those who, with meekness and prayer, In the paths of religion have trod Shall worship all glorious there, Among the archangels of God. DEAF MARTHA. Poor Martha is old, and her hair is turned grey, And her hearing has left her for many a year; Ten to one if she knows what it is that you say, Though she puts her poor withered hand close to her ear. I've seen naughty children run after her fast, And cry, "Martha, run, there's a bullock" so bold; And when she was frightened--laugh at her at last, Because she believed the sad stories they told. I've seen others put...show more

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  • Paperback | 42 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236822153
  • 9781236822154