The World's Best Poetry Volume 8

The World's Best Poetry Volume 8

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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. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ... thou, --thy very name is lost! The peasant only knows that here Bold Alfred scooped thy flinty bier, And prayed a foeman's prayer, and tost His auburn head, and said, "One more Of England's foes guards England's shore," And turned and passed to other feats, And left thee in thine iron robe, To circle with the circling globe, While Time's corrosive dewdrop eats The giant warrior to a crust Of earth in earth, and rust in rust. So lie: and let the children play And sit like flowers upon thy grave And crown with flowers, --that hardly have A briefer blooming-tide than they;--By hurrying years urged on to rest, As thou within the Mother's breast. FRANCIS TUKSEK PALGKAVE. HERMANN AND THUSNELDA. Ha! there comes he, with sweat, with blood of Romans, And dust of the fight all stained! Oh, never Saw I Hermann so lovely! Never such fire in his eyes! Come! I tremble for joy; hand me the Eagle And the red dripping sword! come, breathe, and rest thee; Rest thee here in my bosom; Rest from the terrible fight! Rest thee, while from thy brow I wipe the big drops, And the blood from thy cheek!--that cheek, how glowing! Hermann! Hermann! Thusnelda Never so loved thee before! No, not then, when thou first in old oak shadows, With that manly brown arm didst wildly grasp me! Spell-bound I read in thy look That immortality then Which thou now hast won. Tell to the forests, Great Augustus, with trembling, amidst his gods now, Drinks his nectar; for Hermann, Hermann immortal is found! "Wherefore curl'st thou my hair? Lies not our father Cold and silent in death? Oh, had Augustus Only headed his army, --He should lie bloodier there!" Let me lift up thy hair; 't is sinking, Hermann: Proudly thy locks should curl above the crown now! Sigmar is more

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  • Paperback | 100 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 195g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236939921
  • 9781236939920