| The Poetical Works of H. H. Milman V2 (1839) Contributor(s): Milman, Henry Hart (Author) |
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ISBN: 1164390880 ISBN-13: 9781164390886 Publisher: Kessinger Publishing OUR PRICE: $35.24 Product Type: Hardcover - Other Formats Published: September 2010 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
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| BISAC Categories: - Literary Collections |
| Physical Information: 1" H x 9.02" W x 6" (1.62 lbs) 386 pages |
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| Publisher Description: 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. 1840 edition. Excerpt: ...faint pellucid light. His blood was stanch'd, a soothing coolness lay On his mild wounds; the rude arch of the boughs Seem'd woven with officious care, to veil The bright Sun from his eyelids; the dry leaves Were gathered round him, like a feathery couch. He lay and listen'd; a soft step approach'd Light as the wren along the unshaking spray; And o'er him lean'd a maiden, pale, yet blithe With tinge of joy, that settled hue. "Is't thou, Gentle Myfanwy?"--" Oh, thou wak'st at length; I long'd to tell thee what sweet dreams have sooth'd My sorrows since we parted; in my sleep My parents came, and with them that fond youth, And they smil'd on him kindly. Think'st thou God Can have such mercy on sins dark as mine "--"God's choicest blessings pay thy timely care Of me, sweet maiden."--" Pardon me, oh thou, Heaven pardon me, when first I saw thee cold, Helpless, and bleeding, evil thoughts arose Of my poor Abisa's untimely death." But deeper meditation Samor's mind Beset. "Almighty, truly thou ordain'st Wisdom from infant lips; what moral high Breathes in this simple maid's light-hearted smiles And I, for wisdom fam'd, for pride of mind, Insulted with weak doubts thy infinite, Illimitable goodness; she so soft, So delicate, so sinful and so sad, Springs on her airy plumes of hope to thee. Oh, were mine guilt of act, not thought, the stain Thy fount of living mercy might efface." He pressed a kiss upon her cheek so pure Even Abisa had granted it. "Farewell, My kind preserver, cherish thou thy hope, As 'twere an infant fondling on thy breast." And fresh with hope, like gay stag newly bath'd, . Forth on his voyage lone the Avenger past. BOOK VIII. ARGUMENT. Samor. The course of the Glasslyn (near... |
