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. 1920 Excerpt: ...streets; It was a wonder men could see Those golden sons of misery In Erith's streets, In Erith's streets and marvel not At such a mystery! Recollecting a Visit To W. B. Yeats It is most pitiful to watch men go In search of beauty with despairing eyes, And what it is they lack as this world lies Open before their gaze ...
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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. 1920 Excerpt: ...streets; It was a wonder men could see Those golden sons of misery In Erith's streets, In Erith's streets and marvel not At such a mystery! Recollecting a Visit To W. B. Yeats It is most pitiful to watch men go In search of beauty with despairing eyes, And what it is they lack as this world lies Open before their gaze they do not know. These porcelain skies with billows of graven snow They paint on cold, thin cups, and draw from strings Voices of mourning winds and sense of wings. From woods rob sad-faced flowers and bid them grow Nearer their souls; ay, creep out in the night And steal the stars and the bright Moon from Heaven, And bring them home to decorate their dreams--My God! it is a strange and pitiful sight To see the treasury of a poet's room, And him alone there, shrouded in beauty's gloom I Music When the last note is played and void the hall, I sometimes think that then music begins, Scattered on chairs lie horns and violins, The Harp droops silent, standing by the wall; On the live ear no sounds of music fall, The organ sleeps, coiled in its branching wood; But this deep soundlessness is music's food, This quiet is big with thunder: if I call, At once a thousand spirits rave and cry; Those instruments gape, quivering helplessly, With strangled voices vibrant and wild they lie; And I can hear in that great solitude Madness and grief, not the smooth harmony That presently, subdued, they'll sing to me. Epithalamium for a Modern Wedding "We that so long have held each other dear. Join hands, Beloved; purposing to be One hand and life, one effort and career, One soul and self, into Eternity." Can the lover share his soul, Or the mistress show her mind; Can the body beauty share, Or lust satisfaction find? Marriage is but keeping house, Sha...
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Seller's Description:
Good+ No Jacket. 8vo-over 7¾"-9¾" tall Soiling and staining to cloth backed boards; wear to spine label and extremities; this is the Georgian poet W. j. Turner's second book.
