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. 1886 edition. Excerpt: ...And a low breeze crept moaning by: I could have answered with a sigh; But fast we fled, away, away, And I could neither sigh nor pray, And my cold sweat-drops fell, like rain, Upon the courser s bristling mane. We neared the wild wood---- t was so wide, I saw no bounds on either side;---The boughs gave ...
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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. 1886 edition. Excerpt: ...And a low breeze crept moaning by: I could have answered with a sigh; But fast we fled, away, away, And I could neither sigh nor pray, And my cold sweat-drops fell, like rain, Upon the courser s bristling mane. We neared the wild wood---- t was so wide, I saw no bounds on either side;---The boughs gave way, and did not tear My limbs, and I found strength to bear My wounds, already scarred with cold---My bonds forbade to loose my hold. We rustled through the leaves like wind, Left shrubs, and trees, and wolves behind. By night I heard them on my track: Their troop came hard upon our back, With their long gallop, which can tire The hound s deep hate, and hunter s fire; Where er we flew they followed on, Nor left us with the morning sun. Oh! how I wished for spear or sword, At least to die amidst the horde, And perish, if it must be so, At bay, destroying many a foe. My heart turned sick, my brain grew sore, And throbbed awhile, then beat no more. The skies spun like a mighty wheel: I saw the trees like drunkards reel, And a slight flash sprung o er my eyes, Which saw no further: he who dies Can die no more than then I died O ertortured by that ghastly ride. A trampling troop; I see them come! In one vast squadron they advance! The sight renerved my courser s feet; A moment staggering, feebly fleet, A moment with a faint low neigh, He answered, and then fell; With gasps and glazing eyes he lay, And reeking limbs immovable: His first and last career is done! On came the troop--they saw him stoop, -They saw me strangely bound along His back with many a bloody thong; They snort----they foam--neigh--swerve aside, And backward to the forest fly, The dying horse, 111 By instinct, from a human eye....
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Add this copy of Short Standard Poems: an Anthology to cart. $45.00, good condition, Sold by McBlain Books rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Hamden, CT, UNITED STATES, published 1886 by C. Tittmann.
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Good. xxiv, 238p. Flexible gray binding. Small stain on front cover. Extremities worn. An uncommon anthology of poetry in English for use in foreign schools by student studying English. In the Preface she "apologizes" to any publishers whose copyrights she infringed, pleading the noble intent of the work.
