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. 1860 edition. Excerpt: ...E'en would she work my will. But I my loss would so brood o'er, It should not seem to be, So should remembrance bring before Mine eye the loved one, so restore The friend, far off sometimes before, Then never far from me. Methinks I would not seek to hide The knowledge of a woe From mine own heart, ...
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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. 1860 edition. Excerpt: ...E'en would she work my will. But I my loss would so brood o'er, It should not seem to be, So should remembrance bring before Mine eye the loved one, so restore The friend, far off sometimes before, Then never far from me. Methinks I would not seek to hide The knowledge of a woe From mine own heart, though they may chide Who can do this, and turn aside Their thoughts, nor let in their stem pride Themselves their suffering know. But freely I hot tears would shed, Till I no more could weep, Would think how happiness had fled, Mourn till my heart I had wept dead, And sorrow that had bowed my head, For weariness must sleep. THE DANDELION. (TUDDING the grass with golden Like starlet fallen on the green, A blossom prized by none, Unheeded or passed by with scorn, Gleams from the shadow of the thorn, An image of the sun. And thus despised it droopeth not, But, heedless of its lowly lot, Still turns its golden eye Upwards, upwards to the sun, Ceasing not till evening dun Drives him from the sky. The yellow sunbeams do not know That for their love it is too low, The sunbeams kiss it bright, And so through the long summer days It lifts on high its happy gaze, Loved by its well-loved light. FORSAKEN. WOULD not buy my happiness At price of thine, My words shall only come to bless This other newer lore of thine, And I will lay no bitter stress On the forgotten promise of thy love, But rather shall this sad sweet memory prove Comfort in my so great distress, It once was mine. Thy newer love shall have from me No thought of hate, But whoso can awake in thee A love that seems to me so great, Shall higher in my honour be, As being raised by thee to so much height. Ah! no, I will not whisper of my right, I bear my sorrow, be thou free, --I blame but fate. My..
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