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. 1857 edition. Excerpt: ... THE BURDEN OF UNREST. I. From our bridal chamber, deareft, we behold the ftretch of bay; From the window watch the sunset, mirrored on its glassy floor: Here in brightness, there in fhadow, trace the fading fteps of Day, Fainting in the weft behind us, dying on the solemn fhore. Splendors on the ...
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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. 1857 edition. Excerpt: ... THE BURDEN OF UNREST. I. From our bridal chamber, deareft, we behold the ftretch of bay; From the window watch the sunset, mirrored on its glassy floor: Here in brightness, there in fhadow, trace the fading fteps of Day, Fainting in the weft behind us, dying on the solemn fhore. Splendors on the liquid surface, isles of purple, waves of gold; On the peaks of cloudy mountains ftreaks of red and lurid fires, Blackening, as the eve expires, Like December's lateft embers turning now to allies cold. Kiss me ere I lose you wholly, in the darkness melancholy; Through the gloom that gathers round us leave your little hand in mine: Now grow dimmer, Night! and glimmer, Till the ftars begin to fhine: We are folded from the darkness in a cloud of light divine! II. Are you happy, sweeteft? Do you in your spirit feel serene? I am saddened, I am reftless, and I feel the touch of tears; Not for any recent sorrow, but the season, and the scene, And the yet remembered burden of my desolated years! You are happy, I can see it, dawning on your pallid cheek, And your clasping hand confesses all my love desires to know; So I pray you, while you liften, let my troubled spirit speak, And in words relieve its woe. I am not of those who babble, be my suffering what it may; Not for me poetic whining; all such weakness I despise: With my nature wrapt around me I pursue my silent way, While a vague but settled purpose hardens in my dreamy eyes! Yet the silence weighs upon me, and the night demands a tongue; Therefore let me speak, my darling! even let my soul complain; Years of utter silence give me right to speak what will relieve me, Right to babble like the young, Since it will relieve my pain: Hear me, then, and my confession fhall not trouble you again! III. I....
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Very Good. No Jacket. 8vo-over 7¾"-9¾" tall. Ticknor & Fields, 1857, 2nd Printing, 8vo., 229 pages + Ads. Book bound in a tan cloth, no dust jacket, bookplate, lettering in gilt on spine. Book in very good condition.
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Very Good with no dust jacket. A tight copy. Corners of boards are bumped and spine is worn at edges. Previous owner's nameplate on front pastedown, and light foxing to endpapers.; 12mo 7"-7½" tall; 229 pages.
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PLEASE NOTE, WE DO NOT SHIP TO DENMARK. New Book. Shipped from UK in 4 to 14 days. Established seller since 2000. Please note we cannot offer an expedited shipping service from the UK.
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PLEASE NOTE, WE DO NOT SHIP TO DENMARK. New Book. Shipped from UK in 4 to 14 days. Established seller since 2000. Please note we cannot offer an expedited shipping service from the UK.