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. 1890 Excerpt: ...Smiles on us as of yore, And we hear the wail of the blast and the hail About and against the door; And the wild gusts screech through the elm and beech, Till the leaves seem living things; Through each cranny and nook, and by streamlet and brook, Old Boreas whistles and sings; But we heed not the storm, for our home ...
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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. 1890 Excerpt: ...Smiles on us as of yore, And we hear the wail of the blast and the hail About and against the door; And the wild gusts screech through the elm and beech, Till the leaves seem living things; Through each cranny and nook, and by streamlet and brook, Old Boreas whistles and sings; But we heed not the storm, for our home is warm, And the friends we prize most are near, They're entwined round our heart: Ah! why must we part From the dear ones we value most dear? But they're gone, ay, gone before us, Down life's river to death's shore. Thus We must go, and o'er us The sad winds! the sad winds! Will chant wild songs for ages, When savage winter rages, "Death is all mortals' wages," Sing the winds, sing the winds. Ah! where's the great men's glory, The brave, the wise, the hoary, Go listen to their story From the winds, from the winds. Oh, a lesson we can learn from those winds. THE VILEST FIEND OF ALL. "Oh, thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil."--Othello. ALSE spirit! take thy fiendish shape, Thy name is demon, and not wine; Durst thou cling to the purple grape, Durst thou seek shelter 'neath the vine? Nay, cling unto thy patron--Death, And hide thee 'neath his blackest pall: Throughout Creation's length and breadth, Thou art the vilest fiend of all. What are thy crimes? Go, ask the grave, That, yawning, waits its lifeless clod--Thy murdered serf, thy poisoned slave, . A type, once, of the living God; The shrieks within the maniac's cell, The chain clinks 'yond the prison's wall, The wails and groans of millions, tell Thou art the vilest fiend of all. What are thy crimes? Yon soulless thing Was once God's image, pure and fair; Yea, fiend, as witnesses I'll bring, Lust, hatred, murder, and des...
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With an Historical Sketch by Sir Robert Stout and Preface by Sir George Grey. The spine is completely absent but the underlying structure remains, so that the covers are still attached. Light diagonal crease to the first few leaves. viii, 360 pp. Illustrated by New Zewaland and English Artists. 8vo,
