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. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ...person, and the fatuity with with which he considers nothing too good for the man who became left. "GONE!" ""piS nothing but a little flower, A But ah, how dear to me! It gently whispers ev'ry hour Of one I long to see. 'Twas only yesterday we stood Together, she and I; Unmindful of the busy throng ...
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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. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ...person, and the fatuity with with which he considers nothing too good for the man who became left. "GONE!" ""piS nothing but a little flower, A But ah, how dear to me! It gently whispers ev'ry hour Of one I long to see. 'Twas only yesterday we stood Together, she and I; Unmindful of the busy throng That careless passed us by. She raised her wistful eyes to mine, And I alone could see The meaning of their tender gaze. Could read their gentle plea. And then upon my open palm She left this bud so red; I lightly touched her dimpled hand, --She quickly turned and fled. She vanished midst the surging crowd, As melts the ocean's foam; Then, weary, sad and desolate, I sought my lonely home. And then I calmly pondered o'er The story of the day; And wondered if I could afford To hie me to the play; But when I reckoned up my cash, I started up in rage, And dashed about my chamber like A lion in his cage: For there I saw the penny bright I fondly thought I'd paid, And knew a gold three-dollar piece I'd given to that maid. And so I say the little flower Is very, very dear; And something tells me that the maid Will nevermore appear. G. C. Buck. Mr. Robert Browning's new volume is called "Jocoseria," and it seems to be a sort of serio-comic song-book. The Critic quotes this neat little stanza: "Brother, brother, I share the blame, Arcades sumus ambo. Darkling, I keep my sunrise-aim, Lack not the critic's flambeau, And look to my ways, yet much the same Offend with my tongue, like Pambo." But unfortunately the Critic omits to quote the more interesting stanza which follows: "Sister, sister, I share the blame, Arcades sumus ambo. I confess with sudden shame, I do not like yourd--beau, Though I do not know his...
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Very Good. 3 1/2 X 4 1/2 inches, 12 pages, illustrations, illustrated paper cover with stapled binding. A weekly "published every Thursday" booklet of amusing poems and essays plus political cartoons, designed to appeal to the well-to-do as the price is ten cents. Slightly age darkened, otherwise near fine. va-psbx.
