Fifty Years of English Song Volume 1; The Earlier Poets. the Blackwood Coterie, and Earlier Scottish Poets. the Poets of Young Ireland (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. 1887 Excerpt: ...word, that sad wordyVy/, Faithful and fond her bosom heav'd once more, Her head fell back; one sob, one loud deep sob Swell'd through the darken'd chamber; 'twas not hers: With her that old boat incorruptible, Unwearied, undiverted in its course, Had plash'd the water up the farther strand. THE MAID'S LAMENT.TM FROM 'THE CITATION AND EXAMINATION OF SHAKESPEARE.' I Loved him not; and yet now he is gone I feel I am alone. I check'd him while he spoke; yet could he speak, Alas I would not check. For reasons not to love him once I sought, And wearied all my thought To vex myself and him; I now would give My love, could lie but live Who lately lived for me, and when he found 'T was vain, in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death. I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me: but mine returns, And this lorn bosom burns With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep, And waking me to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart: . for years Wept he as bitter tears. Merciful God such was his latest prayer, These may she never share.' Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold, Than daisies in the mould, Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate, His name and life's brief date. Pray for him, gentle souls, whoe'er you be, And O pray too for me. A FIESOLAN IDYL.TM Here, where precipitate-Spring with one light bound Into hot Summer's lusty arms, expires; And where go forth at morn, at eve, at night, Soft airs that want the lute to play with 'em, And softer sighs that know not what they want, Under a wall, beneath an orange-tree, Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above, While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seem'd to show me with their nods, Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots, A ..