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 edition. Excerpt: ...thread to hold; ' What happened? I am sure no evil chance Could well befall so true a lover bold; Though so wild actions our reproof must move, One needs must listen ere she can reprove, "And if she listen--" "She, she married well, A man whose value one who runs can spell, A millionaire they called the yellow ...
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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 edition. Excerpt: ...thread to hold; ' What happened? I am sure no evil chance Could well befall so true a lover bold; Though so wild actions our reproof must move, One needs must listen ere she can reprove, "And if she listen--" "She, she married well, A man whose value one who runs can spell, A millionaire they called the yellow dwarf, Rich in all virtues save a dangerous cough, (Pardon the rhyme my ear's a little off, ) And now, a queen of good society, She gladly lets forgotten follies die. ' A letter fell into her mother's hand, Who by mistake the document untied, Then at her child presenting it cried: 'Stand! Deliver! or you shall be crucified.' The girl confessed her love with generous pride; Vainly the mother stormed: ' Is she not free?' Urged the wise father; 'let the matter be.' T/te Portrait. 195 "Then later hired a girl, all innocence, To be her servant, she on some pretence Her secret to her trusting mistress breaks; My friend had wronged her with cruel added blows, Witness the arm her kind reluctance shows, For well the eloquence of a thing that speaks, The wise old judge from long experience knows." "But he?" my Listener echoed with a sigh, ' What business else should the poor poet try? A homeless soul, that knew no resting-place, And half in love seemed with his own disgrace, That that, where all succeed, the skill to die, Sequestered far from feigning friendship's eyes, Hid in the potter's field his lean mould lies. "How oft to sell his tales and poetry About the streets my hungry footsteps fly, Though all cried excellent, no one would buy; 'American, ' they said; 'yes, yes, 't is true, But how can we waste money upon you, When nothing need be paid for English thought?1 And truth, a thing is cheaper stolen than...
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Good. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1890. First edition [1890]. Collection of Washburn's poems, one of the harder to find titles. Maroon cloth lettered and decorated with a floral design in gilt, 409 pages. Covers lightly rubbed, mainly at the extremities, good hinges, sound text block, age-browned and brittle endpapers, pages slightly age-toned and clean, no names or other markings. First Edition. Hard Cover. Good. 12mo-over 6¾"-7¾" tall.