Working and Singing; Poems, Lyrics and Songs on the Life March

Working and Singing; Poems, Lyrics and Songs on the Life March

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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. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ...to me a thing of light, Diffusing fragrance round. Thy lips are like the opening flowers Wet with the dews of Spring; Adown thy neck in gleaming showers The winds thy tresses fling. Star-smiles are dimpling on thy cheeks, With many a rosy ray; And from thy month the music breaks Like bursts of song in May. I'll weave a garland for thy brow Of fair and fadeless flowers, One worthy of thy Bridal-Tow, From pure ambrosial bowers; And richer than a rose-bud crown Thy bright young brow 'twill press; A wreath with more than diamonds sown Shall deck thy loveliness. I'll weave thee Virtue's lilies fair, Culled from Youth's mossy dell; And Innocence, a jewel rare, Like dew shall on them dwell. The vine of Joy, the rose of Love, With Truth's green leaves shall be, And violets, tinted from above, Of sweet Humility. The Moon is chaste and silver-bright, Flower, leaf, and dew are fair; The Stars that gem the Summer-night Celestial glory wear; But when the Moon hath died away, And Stars and dew are gone; When leaves shall fade, and flowers decay, This Wreath shall blossom on. THE TIGER AND THE CHILD. Far in the East, close by the Sea, Fringed by a wild, dark wood, Where monsters lurk in bush and tree, The Chieftain's dwelling stood. Black fell the Night, bleakblew the blast, And in that gorgeous land, Whene'er a sudden Storm swept past, 'Twas terrible and grand! The Chieftain to the camp had gone; His young Wife, fair and mild, Sate thoughtfully alone, --alone, With but her roseling Child. O'ercome at length, the Mother lept, And in its little cot The infant-Boy had softly crept, And honied slumbers got. A lamp its quiet radiance threw Upon a mirror's face, Which then reflected every hue And image of the place. When suddenly amid the gloom, Swift o'er...show more

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  • Paperback | 156 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 8mm | 290g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236847148
  • 9781236847140