A Welcome; Original Contributions in Poetry and Prose

A Welcome; Original Contributions in Poetry and Prose

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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. 1863 edition. Excerpt: ...Those forms of love and friendship and regret, All we have known and lost; we see them yet How sorrowful--how fair! Some touch, some look, some tone Renews the shattered links, once more to bind In the old chains the unresisting mind To thoughts we fancied gone. Like him, the King, who wore The iron girdle fast about his breast, Who, while he gayest seemed, or most at rest, Did penance evermore: So we from first to last, To what is present with us only free, -If free at all, --in all our memory Are captives to the past. BEATRICE. flAIR Beatrice sat in her tower alone, While the sky grew dark and a few drops fell, And sitting she thought upon him that was gone, Gone over the brow of yon far away hill. He thought but of her in his riding alone, Though the sky grew dark and a few drops fell, He heard not the threatening thunder tone As he paced o'er the brow of that far away hill. A flash and a roar--his good steed shied--The sky frowned black and the big drops fell--It struggled, it reared, toppled over the side, The steep rock face of that far away hill. Tall pines, craped mourners, sighed over his head, Laid still while upon it the cold drops fell: The stream moved slow, like the hearse of the dead, Deep, dark, at the foot of the far away hill. They brought him back to her: she met them alone; She knew he was dead, but no tear fell: God left her not very long here to bemoan Him whom they bore o'er yon far away hill. Roden Noel. THE PURPLE OF THE WEST. A Canzonero. I. NIGHTFALL. N the broad bosom of the sea-thron'd hills Flow'd level sunbeams, with their yellowish light Kindling on each long slope gorse, heather, rock. Down sank the massive curtains of the dews On yon blue floor for seraphs: quivering gold Burn'd in the midst, one column unimpaired....show more

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  • Paperback | 46 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 100g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236615670
  • 9781236615671