The Jewel, Sacred, Domestic, Narrative and Lyrical Poems Selected from Eminent Authors by T Sloper
General Books LLC, 2009 - 148 pages
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. 1839 Excerpt: ...memory's fondest glow, And feelings fresh as those of yesterday: 'Twas told me by a man whose hairs were gray, Whose brow bore token of the lapse of years, Yet o'er his heart affection's gentle sway Maintain'd that lingering spell which age endears, And while he told his tale his eyes were dim with tears. But not with tears of sorrow;--for the eye Is often wet with joy and gratitude; And well his faltering voice, and tear, and sigh, Declared a heart by thankfulness subdued: Brief feelings of regret might there intrude, Like clouds which shade awhile the moon's fair light; But meek submission soon her power renew'd, And patient smiles, by tears but made more bright, Confess'dthat God's decree was wise, and good, and right. It was a winter's evening;--clear, but still: Bright was the fire, and bright the silvery beam Of the fair moon shone on the window-sill, And parlour floor;--the softly mingled gleam Of fire and moonlight suited well a theme Of pensive converse, unallied to gloom; Ours varied like the subjects of a dream; And turn'd, at last, upon the silent tomb, Earth's goal for hoary age, and beauty's smiling bloom. We talk'd of life's last hour, --the varied forms And features it assumes;--how some men die As sets the sun when dark clouds threaten storms, And starless night; others whose evening sky Resembles those which to the outward eye Seem full of promise: --and with soften'd tone, At seasons check'd by no ungrateful sigh, The death of one sweet grandchild of his own Was by that hoary man most tenderly made known. She was, he said, a fair and lovely child As ever parent could desire to see, Or seeing, fondly love; of manners mild, Affections gentle, --even in her glee, Her very mirth from levity was free; But her more common mood of mind was one Thou...
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