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. 1903 Excerpt: ...has dropped on my way Is morning and music to me. Yea, she that I hold by the hand Is changing white winter to green, And making a light of the land--All fathers will know what I mean: All women and men who have known The sickness of sorrow and sin, Will feel--having babes of their own--My verse and the pathos therein: ...
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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. 1903 Excerpt: ...has dropped on my way Is morning and music to me. Yea, she that I hold by the hand Is changing white winter to green, And making a light of the land--All fathers will know what I mean: All women and men who have known The sickness of sorrow and sin, Will feel--having babes of their own--My verse and the pathos therein: For that must be touching which shows How a life has been led from the wild To a garden of glitter and rose( By the flower-like hand of a child; She is strange to this wonderful sphere; One summer and winter have set Since God left her radiance here--Her sweet second year is not yet. The world is so lovely and new To eyes full of eloquent light, And, sisters, I'm hoping that you Will pray for my Persia to-night. For I, who have suffered so much, And know what the bitterness is, Am sad to think sorrow must touch Some day even darlings like this! But sorrow is part of this life, And, therefore, a father doth long For the blessing of mother and wife On the bird he has put in a song. ORARA1 'T'HE strong sob of the chafing stream That seaward fights its way Down crags of glitter, dells of glean Is in the hills to-day; But far and faint, a grey-winged form Hangs where the wild lights wane--The phantom of a bygone storm, -A ghost of wind and rain. The soft white feet of afternoon Are on the shining meads, The breeze is as a pleasant tune Amongst the happy reeds. The fierce, disastrous, flying fire, That made the great caves ring, And scarred the slope, and broke the spire, Is a forgotten thing. 1 A tributary of the Clarence River. The air is full of mellow sounds, The wet hill-heads are brightj And, down the fall of fragrant grounds. The deep ways flame with light; A rose-red space of stream I see, Past banks of tender fern; A radiant brook, unknown t...
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Add this copy of Poems of Henry Clarence Kendall to cart. $45.00, poor condition, Sold by Chapter 1 Books rated 5.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Johannesburg, SOUTH AFRICA, published 1903 by George Robertson and Co. Proprietary Limited., Melbourne etc.
Edition:
1903, George Robertson and Co. Proprietary Limited., Melbourne etc
Publisher:
George Robertson and Co. Proprietary Limited., Melbourne etc
Published:
1903
Language:
English
Alibris ID:
13590578189
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Seller's Description:
Poor. No Jacket. 380 pages (complete). A much owned and most inconsiderately stored copy. The spine has been repaired with a leather strip. The boards are much marked, worn, stained. They are stoic and patient and secure. Within, the contents are marked by handling and storage throughout. The pages are mild mannered, comfortable, assured, clear, genial and resolute. fk.
