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. 1909 Excerpt: ...lord issuing Like radiant Hesper, when his golden hair In th' ocean billows he hath bathid fair, Descended to the river's open viewing With a great train ensuing. Above the rest were goodly to be seen Two gentle knights 01 lovely face and feature, Beseeming well the bower of any queen, With gifts of wit and ornaments ...
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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. 1909 Excerpt: ...lord issuing Like radiant Hesper, when his golden hair In th' ocean billows he hath bathid fair, Descended to the river's open viewing With a great train ensuing. Above the rest were goodly to be seen Two gentle knights 01 lovely face and feature, Beseeming well the bower of any queen, With gifts of wit and ornaments of nature Fit for so goodly stature, That like the twins of Jove they seemed in sight, Which deck the baldric of the Heavens bright; They two, forth pacing to the river's side, Received those two fair brides, their love's delight; Which, at th' appointed tide, Each one did make his bride Against their bridal day, which is not long: Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song. Edmund Spenser. INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAME. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow, Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused, " My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader, Lannes, Waver at yonder wall,"--Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew A rider, bound on bound Full-galloping; nor bridle drew Until he reached the mound. Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect, By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect--So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through--You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace. We've got you Ratisbon! The marshal's in the market-place, And you'll be there anon To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him!" The chief's eye flashed; his plan: Soared up again like fire. The...
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Add this copy of The Treasure Book of Verse: Being a Reissue of Poetry to cart. $57.27, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2010 by Nabu Press.
