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. 1873 Excerpt: ...in his house of shade. She led him home by Holden Wood, and dell; He asked about the stars: "Would Winnie say What they were like? He could remember well A little lamp, that by his mother's side, Grew less and less, and went out when she died. Would the stars die? Were they far off--a mile? Or did they join at dawn to ...
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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. 1873 Excerpt: ...in his house of shade. She led him home by Holden Wood, and dell; He asked about the stars: "Would Winnie say What they were like? He could remember well A little lamp, that by his mother's side, Grew less and less, and went out when she died. Would the stars die? Were they far off--a mile? Or did they join at dawn to make the day? What lit them up?" Then Winnie said, "God's smile, That makes all pure things beautiful above. They are, perhaps, as the dear Lord relates, The many mansions in his Father's house, That are reserved for those whom he doth love." "Doth he love children? No! or I should see." But Winnie bent her down to kiss his cheek; 'Twas wet with tears. "Dear child! Heaven's golden gates To all stand open who to enter seek, And all who suffer, trustful, and resigned, Are angels, and though sightless, are not blind." THE RETURN. "Hark! what was that? a step!" the orphan said. "I nothing hear," said Winnie. "You are afraid." "There--there!" "The brook amidst the rushes brown, And now--a sheep's bell tinkles from the down." "A step! we're followed!" Silent Winnie stood, And listened--" 'Tis the night hawk in the wood. Come, Freddy, we have turned into the lane; Yes, here's the cottage." "Will you come again To-morrow--next day?" "Kiss me--yes, I'll try. Here's Martha, take her hand--good-bye, good-bye." Winnie moved quickly, almost ran--not quite; "A step! a step! the little child was right." Now her heart fluttered, like a bird's when caught. She was not caught; each foot of ground she knew; But surely she was followed, so she flew, Down through a footway Graye had newly made, Down to the farm; here, 'neath a...
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Add this copy of Atalanta, Winnie, and Other Poems (1873) to cart. $42.96, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2010 by Kessinger Publishing.
Add this copy of Atalanta, Winnie, and Other Poems (1873) to cart. $42.96, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2009 by Kessinger Publishing.