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. 1883 Excerpt: ...transforming wand, And frost and pallor melt and flame and flow Into a summer land. Is it some dream of Faery? What sweet glamour Enthralls the senses at the word? For underneath the snow a silvery clamor Of elfin bells is heard, And, creeping from their white investiture The rounded knolls laugh out in green, And ...
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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. 1883 Excerpt: ...transforming wand, And frost and pallor melt and flame and flow Into a summer land. Is it some dream of Faery? What sweet glamour Enthralls the senses at the word? For underneath the snow a silvery clamor Of elfin bells is heard, And, creeping from their white investiture The rounded knolls laugh out in green, And 'twixt the dark pine-shadows, fewer and fewer Above the wild ravine Gleam the pale flecks of snow, so fast they flit From the young violets quickening there; On budding thorn a robin just alit Makes vibrant all the air With his renewed song; anemones And sweetest mayflowers, and all grasses Of delicatest growth, nod to the breeze That murmurously passes. And the white swans once more drift silently Around their tiny tufted isle, In the lake's mirror other swans they see Float in the clouds the while. And all bright, beautiful existences The sun's warm kisses ever drew From the dark earth; that ever skimmed the Or circled in the blue; All loveliest lights that evanescent, crept O'er wave or sky; pale glimmerings; Twin-clouds that, dazzling, to the zenith swept Like some grand angel's wings, One azure noon of summer; or the bow That dipt down through a golden mist After the storm, when heaven was all aglow With rose and amethyst;--Cry with an audible whisper, "We are here, Forever here; we cannot die, Though forms die; Beauty hath a birthright clear Of immortality." And when the day is done, and darkness floods The earth with dreams, midsummer's moon Crests royally the old enchanted woods, Where sometimes in the noon Of night the fairy-folk their fantasy In many a wildering maze repeat, Like that which drew beneath the greenwood tree Sweet Shakespeare's errant feet. Or verdurous valleys, with wild music fed From songful reeds Arcadian, Or ...
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Very Good. First edition. Poetry. Hardcover in dark green cloth lettered in gilt. Patterned endpapers. 216 pp. A tight example, front gilt bright, spine gilt dulled. Tidemarking to both front and rear endpapers and fintly on the title page but not on the remainder of the text. Emily Sullivan Oakly (1829-1883) spent her entire life in Albany and attended the Albany Female Academy. She authored two books and also wrote hymn lyrics. Her work appeared in The Century magazine, Outing and various Christian publications.
