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. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ...the wave, " No--Venus was never my daughter--_ " To golden-haired Iris her being I gave, " Behold where she shines o'er the water. When filled with thoughts of life's young day, Alone in distant climes we roam, And year on year has rolled away, Since last we viewed our own dear home. Oh, then at evening's ...
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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. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ...the wave, " No--Venus was never my daughter--_ " To golden-haired Iris her being I gave, " Behold where she shines o'er the water. When filled with thoughts of life's young day, Alone in distant climes we roam, And year on year has rolled away, Since last we viewed our own dear home. Oh, then at evening's silent hour, In chamber lone or moonlit bower; How sad on memory's listening ear, Come long lost voices sounding near, Like the wild chime of village bells Heard far away in mountain dells. II. But, ah! for him let kind hearts grieve, His time of youth and exile o'er, Who treads on life's declining eve, With altered eyes his native shore, With sinking heart and weary brain, Who treads those lonesome scenes again And backward views those sunny hours When first he knew those ruined bowers, And hears in every passing gale, Some lost affections dying wail. III. Oh say what spell of power serene, Can cheer that hour of sharpest pain. And turn to gold the anguish keen, That deeplier wounds because in vain 'Tis not the thought of glory won, Of hoarded gold or pleasures gone, But one bright course from earliest youth, Of changeless faith, unbroken truth--This turns to gold the vapours dun, That close on life's descending sun. THE WAKE WITHOUT A CORPSE. 1. The dismal yew and cypress tall, Wave o'er the church-yard lone, Where rest our friends and fathers all, Beneath the funeral stone. Unvexed in holy ground they sleep, Oh early lost! o'er thee, No sorrowing friend shall ever weep, Nor stranger bend the knee. Mo chuma! lorn am I! Hoarse dashing rolls the salt sea wave, Over our perished darling's grave. II. The winds the sullen deep that tore His death song chaunted loud, ...
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Fair. Fair hardcover. No date given....looks to be around 1900. Previous owner's name on end paper, pages are otherwise clean and unmarked. Tanned. Covers show edge wear with rubbing/scuffing/soiling. Spine edge wear. Hinges cracked but binding intact.; 100% Satisfaction Guaranteed! Ships same or next business day!
