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. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ...she answer'd, " I have look'd on Death!" THE HOLYTIDE The days are sad, it is the Holy tide; When flowers have ceased to blow, and birds to sing, Where shall the weary heart of Man abide, Save in the jocund memories of the Spring? As the gray twilight creeps across the snow, Let us discourse of walks ...
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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. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ...she answer'd, " I have look'd on Death!" THE HOLYTIDE The days are sad, it is the Holy tide; When flowers have ceased to blow, and birds to sing, Where shall the weary heart of Man abide, Save in the jocund memories of the Spring? As the gray twilight creeps across the snow, Let us discourse of walks when leaves were green. Methinks the roses are more sweet that blow In Memory's shade, than any that are seen. The days are sad, it is the Holy tide--Drear clouds have hid the crimson of the West, And, like the winged day, Delight hath died Within me, and proud passions gone to rest. In this dusk hour, before the lamps are lit, Through the heart's long long gallery I will go, And mark pale Memory's taper fall on it Startling strange hues, like firelight on the snow. 84 THE HOLYTIDE The days are sad, it is the Holytide--Ye, whom I may not see for evermore, Oh! I will dream, tho' Death's great waste is wide, That ye may hear me from your silent shore. And ye who wander, and are far apart (Oh! this great World is bleak, and years are growing), I have a sunny corner in my heart Where I do set ye when rough winds are blowing. The days are sad, it is the Holytide--Let Wealth, and Glory, as they take their fill, Think how Mischance to Fortune is allied, Let Hope look up again thro' cloud of ill: Let us look down into our children's eyes, And think, amid the mirth and festal flow, How once we were as they are--think with sighs Of them that were as we are, long ago. The days are sad, it is the Holytide--Hark! in the drifting tempest and the roar Of darkling waters, are the Powers that guide The wreck of Nature to a summer shore; Let Man too in the darkness arm, and strive With the dark host within him, rise and And, ere the morrow morn, begin to live;...
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Add this copy of Shorter Poems of Frederick Tennyson to cart. $25.00, good condition, Sold by bookbooth rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Berea, OH, UNITED STATES, published 1913 by MacMillan.
Add this copy of The Shorter Poems of Frederick Tennyson to cart. $66.74, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2016 by Wentworth Press.
