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. 1867 Excerpt: ...Oh, what we have loved we love for ever! xci. SONG. He called to the Past, " Come back!" But she shook her golden hair, And smiled from the brink of the torrent black Which never bridge might bear. Of the Future, thro' haze and rack He asked, "Art thou as fair?" There came a sigh down the ancient track, And a shriek, " ...
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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. 1867 Excerpt: ...Oh, what we have loved we love for ever! xci. SONG. He called to the Past, " Come back!" But she shook her golden hair, And smiled from the brink of the torrent black Which never bridge might bear. Of the Future, thro' haze and rack He asked, "Art thou as fair?" There came a sigh down the ancient track, And a shriek, " forbear--forbear!" xcn. SONG. The cup of love he spumed, And dashed it to the ground: The wine, to serpents turned, Rose hissing all around. They rose in coiling rout Up to his heart that day: They sucked the life-blood out, And left the churlish clay. XCIII. SONG. He heard a strain of flowing joy, His easy heart forgot its years, And with the pulses of a boy Leaped over memory's gulf of tears; Into a dear familiar place, Where gleamed the moonshine full and low, Upon a gentle loving face, The spell of many years ago. All in a moment ceased the stave, The tender vision passed away; The sun shone on a grassy grave As he had seen it yesterday. xciv. SONG. When joy has flashed its brightest hue And sorrow breathed her saddest strain, As from a mount life's path we view, And dream again--and dream again. Here glimmers childhood's echoing vale, And there is youth's delicious plain; And as each well-known point we hail We dream again--we dream again. Tis here a kiss, and there a sigh, Those shadowing elms a tomb contain; We muse on loving heart and eye, And dream again--and dream again. Only the last expiring breath Blurs all the tender landscape o'er; Only when memory dies in death, We dream no more--we dream no more. xcv. SONG. I Cannot sing the coming days: My heart is with the past, Among those after-glowing rays, No night shall overcast. Tho' dim to you their tender light, For me it weaves a dome. Where loving for...
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