The Undying One (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1830. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... I lost thee--but I have thee here again, Close to the heart which now can feel no pain. Cling to me --let me feel that velvet cheek-Look at me, with those eyes so dove-like meek Press thy pale lips to mine, and let me be Repaid for all I have endured for thee. Part from thee --never while this arm hath strength To hold thee to the bosom where thou liest: Praise be to God, bright days have dawn'd at length I need not watch thy struggles as thou diest. Part from thee never--no, my pale sweet flower The wealth of worlds would bribe my heart in vain, Though 'twere to give thee up for one short hour--Take back thy gold--I have my babe again Yet give me food, and I will clasp thy knees, And night and day will kneel for thee to Heaven; Else will a lingering death of slow disease, Or famine gaunt, be all that thou hast given. And when I die--then, then be kind'--She ceased: Her parted lips were tinged with crimson gore, Her faint hand half, and only half, released The unconscious form she had been weeping o'er: Worn nature could not bear the sudden strife; I look'd upon her--but there was no life "That little outcast grew a fairy girl, A beautiful, a most beloved one. There was a charm in every separate curl Whose rings of jet hung glistening in the sun, Which warm'd her marble brow. There was a grace Peculiar to herself, ev'n from the first: Shadows and thoughtfulness you seem'd to trace Upon that brow, and then a sudden burst Of sunniness and laughter sparkled out, And spread their rays of joyfulness about. Like the wild music of her native land, Which wakes to joy beneath the minstrel's hand, Yet at its close gives forth a lingering tone--Sad, as if mourning that its mirth is gone, And leaves that note to dwell within your heart, When all the sounds of joyfuln...