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. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ...a rotting rope was loosely bound, And in one feeble hand a lanthorn quaint Hung lax and trembling, and the light was faint Within it unto dying, tho' it threw Upon the snows beneath him light enew To show his feeble feet were bloody and bare! Thereon, with deep-drawn breath and dull dumb stare, 'Far ...
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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. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ...a rotting rope was loosely bound, And in one feeble hand a lanthorn quaint Hung lax and trembling, and the light was faint Within it unto dying, tho' it threw Upon the snows beneath him light enew To show his feeble feet were bloody and bare! Thereon, with deep-drawn breath and dull dumb stare, 'Far have I travelled and the night is cold, ' He murmur'd, adding feebly, 'I am old 1' He spake like one whose wits are wandering, And strange his accents were, and seem'd to bring The sense of some strange region far away; And like a caged Lion gaunt and grey Who, looking thro' the bars, all woe-be-gone, Beholdeth not the men he Iooketh on. But gazeth thro' them on some lonely pool Far in the desert, whither he crept to cool His sunburnt loins and drink when strong and free, Ev'n so with dull dumb stare he gazed thro' me On some far bourne; and tho' his eyes were bright They seem'd to suffer from the piteous light They shed upon me thro' his hoary hair! Then was I seized with wonder unaware To see a man so old and strangely dight Wandering alone beneath the Heavens that night; For round us were the silenced haunts of trade, The public marts and buildings deep in shade, All emptied of their living waters; cold And swift the stars did plunge thro' fold on fold Of vaporous gauze, wind-driven; and the street Was washen everywhere around my feet With smoky silver; and the stillness round Was dreadfuller by memory of the sound Which fill'd the place all day from dawn to dark: And strange it was and pitiful to mark The heavy snow of years upon this Man, His furrow'd cheeks down which the rheum-drops ran, His wintry eyes that saw some summer land Far off and very peaceful, while his hand Dank as the drowned dead's lay loose in mine. But, my fear...
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