Pauline. Paracelsus. Strafford

Pauline. Paracelsus. Strafford

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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. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...good ship was rude to see, Rude and bare to the outward view, But each upbore a stately tent Q Where cedar pales in scented row Kept out the flakes of the dancing brine, And an awning drooped the mast below, In fold on fold of the purple fine, That neither noontide nor starshine Nor moonlight cold which maketh mad, Might pierce the regal tenement. When the sun dawned, oh, gay and glad We set the sail and plied the oar, But when the night-wind blew like breath, For joy of one day's voyage more, We sang together on the wide sea, Like men at peace on a peaceful shore, Each sail was loosed to the wind so free, Each helm made sure by the twilight star And in a sleep as calm as death, We, the voyagers from afar, Lay stretched along, each weary crew In a' circle round its wondrous tent Whence gleamed soft light a.nd curled rich scent, And with light and perfume, music too: So the stars wheeled round, and the darkness past, ' And at morn we started beside the mast, And still each ship was sailing fast. Now, one morn, land appeared--a speck Dim trembling betwixt sea and sky: "Avoid it," cried our pilot, "check "The shout, restrain the eager eye!" But the heaving sea was black behind For many a night and many a day, And land, though but a rock, drew nigh; So, .we broke the cedar pales away, Let the purple awning flap in the wind, And a statue bright was on every deck! We shouted, every man of us, And steered right into the harbour thus, With pomp and paean glorious. A hundred shapes of lucid stone! All day we built its shrine for each, A shrine of rock for every one, Nor paused till in the westering sun We sat together on the beach To sing because our task was done. When!0! what shouts and merry songs!..show more

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  • Paperback | 86 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 168g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236764714
  • 9781236764713