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"Sudden, the thunder! Upon the roofed verandas how it rolled, Twice, thrice: a thud and flame of doom that told, New-fallen, nor far away, Some black destruction on the innocent day. And little Everard Deep in the hammock under, eyes alight, With healthful fear and wonder, The brave do ne'er unlearn, Clenched his soft hand, and breathing hard, Smiled there against his father, like a knight, Baptized on Cressy field or Bannockburn..." The novel "Happy Ending..." features the poems of Louise Imogen Guiney many drawn from his books and publications in magazines.
Excerpt from Happy Ending: The Collected Lyrics of Louise Imogen Guiney I. 'na Searcb II. Fact and tbe [mystic le Poet's Cbart IV. Tbe Golden age V. On 'time': Tiara/901d VI. Wood-dom: Predicament: tim co-eternal IX. Stern pbroa'ite Tbe j'ubz'lae Winter Bong/9. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works."
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ... On Leaving Winchester Winton, my window with a mossy marge, My lofty oriel, whence the soul hath sight Of passionate yesterdays, all gold and large, Arisen to enrich our narrow night: Though others bless thee, who so blest before Hath pastured from the violent time apart, And laved in supersensual light the heart Alone with thy magnificent No More? Sweet court of roses now, sweet camp of bees! The hills that lean to thy white bed at dawn Hear, for the clash of raging dynasties, Laughter of boys about a branchy lawn. Hast thou a stain, let ivy cover all; Nor seem of greatness disinhabited While spirits in their wonted splendour tread From close to close, by Wolvesey's idle wall, Bright fins against thy lucid waters leap, And nigh thy towers the nesting ring-doves dwell; Be lenient winter, and long moons, and sleep Upon thee; but on me the sharp Farewell. Happy art thou, O clad and crowned with rest! Happy the shepherd (would that I were he!) Whose early way is step for step with thee, Whose old brow fades on thine immortal breast. Cobwebs Who would not praise thee, miracle of Frost? Some gesture overnight, some breath benign, And lo ! the tree's a fountain all a-shine, The hedge a throne of unimagined cost; In wheel and fan along a wall embossed, The spider's humble handiwork shows fine With jewels girdling every airy line: Though the small mason in the cold be lost. Web after web, a morning snare of bliss Starring with beauty the whole neighbourhood, May well beget an envy clean and good. When man goes too into the earth-abyss, And God in His altered garden walks, I would My secret woof might gleam so fair as this. Astraa Since I avail no more, O men! with you, I will go back unto the gods content; For they recall me, long with earth...