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. 1880 Excerpt: ...One bird is left alone, To sing a broken-hearted song Of joys for ever flown. Dead are those flowers so rare, love, And dimmed that day so bright. For me the boughs are bare, love, And chill descends the night. Ocean to us discovers All that his caverns hide. Greeting the spell-bound lovers, Phantoms about us glide. ...
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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. 1880 Excerpt: ...One bird is left alone, To sing a broken-hearted song Of joys for ever flown. Dead are those flowers so rare, love, And dimmed that day so bright. For me the boughs are bare, love, And chill descends the night. Ocean to us discovers All that his caverns hide. Greeting the spell-bound lovers, Phantoms about us glide. Flickering deeps are dimming Faces as sea-flowers fair. Syrens in opiate hymning Harp on their azure hair. Light of unearthly seeming Mingles the wave and sky. Isles in a poppied dreaming Dawn on the sight and die. Winds that, with faint caresses, Hover about our ship, Swoon on your drowsy tresses, Die on your languid lip. Over a shoreless ocean, Over a faery sea, Urged by a mystic motion, Pysche, I float with thee. Never a sail is granted, Never a helm to guide--Only the bark enchanted, Only the charmed tide. Thine eyes by passion undefiled, Thy soft cheek's peachy dower. Give me thy curls that float and fall In tangles sweet and wild; But more than all, oh, more than all, Give me thy heart, O child! Give me thy heart of careless sun, And I will give to thee My present schemes, my triumphs won, My dreams that might not be, My precious hoard of garnered thought Piled in the fruitful years, My worldly wisdom, dearly bought With blood, and toil, and tears. He gives his curls a saucy shake, And blithely darts away; Not all the promises I make Will tempt the child to stay. Oh, glad child's heart! Oh, glad child's heart! For if he lent for one sweet hour That priceless boon I lack, Full well he knows no earthly power Could make me give it back. Oh, glad child's heart! JOE TO THE RESCUE. ISHALL never forget till I say good-bye How the darned old tinder did blaze and fly; It was touch-and-go for me and Brown To carry the poor young mother down--Stiff a...
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