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. 1859 Excerpt: ...of leprosy Did all my bones corrode, Than thy disease, fell jealousy, Did make here its abode. Thou changest color to the eyes, --Pervertest all to green; Mak'st mind its very self despise, And noblest feelings mean; Thou turnest every bliss to pain, The innocent to wolves, While all the good thy victims gain, Is 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. 1859 Excerpt: ...of leprosy Did all my bones corrode, Than thy disease, fell jealousy, Did make here its abode. Thou changest color to the eyes, --Pervertest all to green; Mak'st mind its very self despise, And noblest feelings mean; Thou turnest every bliss to pain, The innocent to wolves, While all the good thy victims gain, Is to torment themselves. I'd rather all I love were frail, As sunshine in the spring, Than for one single instant feel, The torment of thy sting. ON GHOSTS. Altho' I ne'er beheld a ghost, As many have, they say, Of disbelief I will not boast, To seem more wise than they; And tho' a spirit never did, Within my sight arise, It may be, forms, to me forbid. Appear to other eyes. How rash, then, 'tis to call folks mad, We cannot comprehend, As some men deem all reasons bad, They do not understand; Therefore, to have no cause to blush, Should ghosts be in at last, I'll own I entertain no wish Yet, to give up the ghost. How pleasanter, alive, it were, With ghosts familiar growing, Than find one's self a thing of air, Just for the sake of knowing; And if one could with spirits stray, Without a suit of sables, Why that would be the nicest way, I think, to turn the tables. THE FLOWER OF ELLERSLIE. She's gentle as the zephyr, Which breathes of ev'ry sweet; She's fairer than the fairest lily In nature's soft retreat; Her eyes are like the crystal brook, As bright and clear to see; Her lips outshine the scarlet flow'r Of bonnie Ellerslie! Oh! were my love some blossom, When summer skies depart, I'd plant her in my bosom, Her garden, here, my heart; And oft I'd kiss her fragrant lips, So beautiful to see, Which far outshine the scarlet flower Of bonnie Ellerslie! Were I but king o' Scotland's throne, Wi' a' the world beside, Eight glad I'd give my crown to own, Tha..
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Add this copy of The House to Let, With Other Poems to cart. $42.69, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2010 by Nabu Press.