St. Nicholas' Hill, Manorbier, the Wanderer, and Other Sketches. by J. Staunton

St. Nicholas' Hill, Manorbier, the Wanderer, and Other Sketches. by J. Staunton

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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. 1871 edition. Excerpt: parting look, we have sobbed a farewell. We have laid thee with all that are dear to thee sleeping: And soft be thy slumber--tho' our's be oppressed--Where the pale midnight moon her lone vigil is keeping, O'er the cell, where for ages thy forefathers rest. Art thou gone? Oh! 'tis long e'er belief shall o'ertake thee; Yet dark is the chamber, thy voice in our ears; The light step--the whisper--yet fear to awake thee, And the couch of thine anguish is wet with our tears. We have Laid Tlwe to Rest. 135 Together in joy, and together in sorrow, In boyhood, in manhood, from birth to the tomb, Unaevered as yet have we lived; but to-morrow Shall dawn on a dreary and desolate home. Tho' years may allay, or oblivion soothe, Tho' cares may encumber, new ties may engage; Yet mem'ry, that gilds the fair visions of youth, Shall cast a long gloom o'er the shadows of age. And the shadows will lengthen, till dark be the sun, And night's sable pall o'er creation be tost, But morn, from the regions of light, shall return, And restore us at length to the loved, and the lost. As, from life's pleasant valleys, the Palmer ascending, From station to station, more steep and distressed; On turning the cold rugged crag, at its ending, Shall behold the fair mansions of sunshine and rest. Too early, thy noon-day has set in the waters; Too early, thy star has its place in the sky; Thy years yet unripe--but in living have taught us To live; and in death, thou hast taught us to die. Thk Reasons. FOUR SONNETS, BY VINCENZIO FILICAIA. Sonnet I.--I'illegiatura de Primavara. 'M LOVE thee, nature, wild and rude, Dell, mountain, rock, and solitude; Unceasing gaze, and wearied eye, My longing soul scarce satisfy. I love thy sprouting herbs, and flowers, Thy teeming woods, more

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  • Paperback | 40 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 91g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123662307X
  • 9781236623072