Poems, Written in Early Youth; (Published in 1851)

Poems, Written in Early Youth; (Published in 1851)

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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. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ...divine, Dwellest with equal fervour, in the calm Of thy serene philosophy, albeit Thy gentle nature is of joy alone, And loves the pipings of the happy fields, Better than all the great parade and pomp, Which forms the train of heroes and of kings, And sows, too frequently, the tragic seeds That choke with sobs thy singing, --turn away Thy lustrous eyes back to the oath-bound man! For as a shepherd stands above his flock, The lofty figure of the king is seen, Standing above his warriors as they sleep: And still as from a rock grey waters gush, While still the rock is passionless and dark, Nor moves one feature of its giant face, The tears fall from his eyes, and he stirs not. And O, bright Muse! forget not thou to fold In thy prophetic sympathy, the thought Of him whose destiny has heard its doom: The Sacrifice thro' whom the ship is saved. Haply that Sacrifice is sleeping now, And dreams of glad to-morrows. Haply now, His hopes are keenest, and his fervent blood Richest with youth, and love, and fond regard! Round him the circle of affections blooms, And in some happy nest of home he lives, One name oft uttering in delighted ears, Mother! at which the heart of men are kin With reverence and yearning. Haply, too, That other name, twin holy, twin revered, He whispers often to the passing winds That blow toward the Asiatic coasts; For Crete has sent her bravest to the war, And multitudes pressed forward to that rank, Men with sad weeping wives and little ones. That other name--O Father! who art thou, Thus doomed to lose the star of thy last days? It may be the sole flower of thy life, And that of all who now look up to thee! Oh! Father, Father! unto thee even now Fate cries; the future with imploring voice, Cries 'Save me, ' 'Save me, ' though...show more

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  • Paperback | 44 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123681553X
  • 9781236815538