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Excerpt from The Poems of James Hebblethwaite Wanderers; The Ribble; A Letter from Tasmania; The Channel; Love; Night; To Lucy; Wedded; Franklin Square; Virgil in the Bush; A Sabine Farm; To Our Son; War; Australia; The Drum; Missing; Rheims; Forgotten?; The League of Nations; Wings of Desire; My Song Unsung; Is Life Worth While?; Mansoul; Passing; Sleep; The Symbol; Prisoners of Hope; Symbols Inadequate; Light; My Silent Kingdom; Ancient Wisdom; The Old Men's Song; Deliverance; Meditation; No Other Way; Earth and the Soul; On the Hill-top; Credo 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.
Excerpt from New Poems of James Hebblethwaite: Supplementary Volume to "the Poems of James Hebblethwaite" Sometimes it is so thin and white I think it is the flower of night. Sometimes it is a little boat In dark and cloudy foam afloat. And then a sickle keen it seems Reaping the harvest of my dreams. Ould you paint our little boy, Then your heart must brim with joy, And for colours you must use Nature's loveliest of hues: Blush of Wilding briar rose When its petals just unclose, Brown of woodland stream or pool, White of hawthorn pure and cool, Quintessential morning gold, (preciousness of wealth untold); With these mix immortal joy If you 'd paint our little boy. Walk with Lucy in a land By golden spell compact of this' The tender clasping of her hand, The solemn sweetness of her kiss. A crimson rose the parted lip, Like dusk-fringed pools the eyes of blue, Where Angel-thoughts their white wings dip And meet like thoughts as dearly true. I feel she breathes another air, More high and delicate than ours, Such as one dreams in winter bare Floats from a hill of almond owers. 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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Excerpt from The Poems of James Hogg: The Ettrick Shepherd; Selected Songs I Hae Naebody now The Moon was a-waning Loose the Yett By a Bush The Bonnie Lass of Deloraine O, Jeanie, there's naething to fear When the Kye comes Hame A Boy's Song The Broom Sae Green The Skylark Bonnie' Prince Charlie. 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.
Excerpt from A Half Year's Poems of James Henry I thank thee, Muse with which I write Poems my friends from mom to night And night to mom read with delight. 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.
Excerpt from The Poems of James Montgomery, Esq.: With a Memoir Tm: little port of Irvine m the county of Ayrshire. North Britain, was the place where Junta Mom' eomnu first saw the day. He was born on the 4th of November, 1771. His father was one of that singular and exemplary body of Christians den'ominawd Mo ravnans, a sect by no means numerous in Great Brit ain, and least of all in Scotland the religious tenet with which the subject of the present inemoir was thus impressed in his earliest youth, have tinged his writings, and been reflected in his subsequent conduct through life. He did not long remain in his native town, for at four years of age, his father took him over to Ireland, his parents havmg fixed their resi dence at Gracehill in the county of Antrim. He 30 journed, however, but a short time an Ireland, for his father most probably with the view of afl'ording him the benefits either of a better education, or one more consistent with his own religious tenets. Sent him to England, and he was placed at a Moravian seminary at Fulnick in Yorkshire, where he remained ten years. 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.