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. 1895 Excerpt: ... crocus in the field is seen. Far off unseen we hear the wild goose crying, The world is filled with Spring's own smile serene; For thus she greets us, swiftly hither hieing! SAVONAROLA, 1498 AS on some noble mountain height I stand And see the promise of a golden day, While still the vales below are cold and gray, And ...
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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. 1895 Excerpt: ... crocus in the field is seen. Far off unseen we hear the wild goose crying, The world is filled with Spring's own smile serene; For thus she greets us, swiftly hither hieing! SAVONAROLA, 1498 AS on some noble mountain height I stand And see the promise of a golden day, While still the vales below are cold and gray, And night hangs brooding o'er a sleeping land. I, conscious of the glory near at hand, With burning eyes of faith, exultant, stay To catch the first glimpse of the godlike ray Ere down the mount it leaps in progress grand. Awake, ye dormant nations, now awake! Behold the sun of Truth is risen on high! Out from the bonds of superstition break, And claim the splendid prize of liberty! Forget the dead past for the future's sake; Where falls the broken tree, there let it lie! ELEGY I THE air is full of mournful melodies, As if the birds had left a song behind--A requiem which the melancholy wind, Transforming to Eolian harmonies, Repeats in whispers to the sobbing trees. Hark to the elegy of unwept tears--Of struggling hopes and of despairing fears--A poem played in tender minor keys. The summer days are gone--the birds are fled. Upon the field and hill the grass is brown, The yellow leaves come fluttering softly down, bonnets And rustle on the path beneath the tread. The glories which were once the Summer's crown Are vanished, and the Summer now lies dead! n The trees were royal in their autumn gold--Their robes were rich with orange and with red, Their banners proudly to the winds were spread, And to the Frost-king waved defiance bold. Yet now no more their boasted power they hold. Their little day of royalty was sped, Their little gleam of glory quickly fled, As passed the kingdoms of the kings of old. With leaden clouds the sky is dark and gray; ...
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Very Good. 8vo, leather backed cloth boards, very good, bit of wear to spine ends, light freckling to cloth, contents VG, light mustiness. 154 pp. Poetry by this author who is more well known as an early translator of Tolstoy.
