Rue Erring; A Poem (Paperback)

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. 1862 Excerpt: ...Sufficient reason there is in their blood If it only would appear 4 " Ono would think it bad enough Of itself in this crazy age, To hurry them on to anything Of foDy, madness, orrage. " But they ache to make it worse: So, into their own they pour The frenzied blood of the tortured vine, And a hundred poisons more. " And the weed they chow and smoke--'Tis a precious help in the case A sharpened spur to their wantonness, While it deadens the vory chase " So on I live and move, The ruined and ruining There's just one outlet at last--the tomb 'Tis strange, yet to life I cling I" A thing that is, and one that should not be--The goal of sorrow and of infamy--Yet nothing but a house of brick and stone. Night is around it; inwardly a day Of artificial glare makes all things gay; Death grins not from his garb of hollow bone. Bides he not there? Why put the witless quest? In silk and broadcloth is he never dressed? What girls are these beside Rue Erring now, With glass in hand, with flush of cheek and brow, Striving, 'twould seem, in wine to drown all thought Ah, one--and can it be --benignant Heaven, How cruel it appears --almost the leaven Of ire as well as sorrow this hath wrought Could not thy wild fire spare one burning blow T- save Eumene ere she sunk so low? Poor thing;--and she was weak: she stood not fast Upon a sure foundation; swept a blast Of wild emotion through her, swept her down She sinned, and He had sought the Upper Shore, Who said to such as she: " Go, sin no more;" And his disciples viewed her with a frown; Or viewed her not at all; for well they knew The laugh would come at what He dared to do. DELILAH. And men, " brave men," are--cowards to a laugh: They flee before it as the thistle-chaff...