ISBN: 9780217845595

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 illustra… More...

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. 1892. Excerpt: ... TO EDITH Edith, it seems to me life is so brief That half of joy doth lie in memory, Like a bird singing that we cannot see, Like a pale flower folded in a leaf, Is memory. Something we have, yet cannot touch nor hold, That once has been, yet never more will be; Like moonlight shadows on a Summer sea, Like many clouds which many stars unfold, Is memory. Life is so short! It is a little sleep, And all joys leave us, swift as swallows flee... When these days pass, so dear to you and me, Yet half their joy, my friend, we still may keep Through memory. ROSE ET NOIR On, generous, sweet Life! I said, Because--as on a silver thread We string white pearls--Life, bliss on bliss Had strung together. Thus complete I held them, till my heart''s quick beat Grew quicker. Do you wonder, Sweet, That I was glad for this? I do not know from whence the touch That shook my white pearls overmuch, And snapped the string. Then bliss on biss Slipped through my fingers on the sand--Alone was left within my hand A broken thread. You understand I have been sad since this, n Oh, moonlight spider-web, Filmy and fine and fair! A cloud of dew-drops blown From rose-hearts overgrown--Transfixed upon the bosom of the air. Oh, moonlight-colored web, That some rude hand has torn! Each broken, lifeless thread Hangs downward, gray and dead, Caught on the sharp edge of a red-rose thorn. Oh, frail, fine web of Life, Woven ''mid stars above, Shattered on earth one day! Mine lieth dead and gray, Caught on the sharp edge of the Thorn of Love. Spring''s hands are always full of rosy flowers, Unopened buds to deck each field and tree. We love and watch them through the long, sweet hours, Not for the buds, but what the buds will be. Life''s hands are full of buds. She comes on singing, With radiant e... Cora Randall Fabbri, Books, Fiction and Literature, Lyrics Books>Fiction and Literature This is an OCR edition without illustrations or index. It may have numerous typos or missing text. However, purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original rare book from GeneralBooksClub.com. You can also preview excerpts from the book there. Purchasers are also entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Original Published by: Harper & brothers in 1892 in 180 pages; Subjects: ReferenceUnited States; Reference / Bibliographies & Indexes;<

ISBN: 9780217845595

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 illustra… More...

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. 1892. Excerpt: ... TO EDITH Edith, it seems to me life is so brief That half of joy doth lie in memory, Like a bird singing that we cannot see, Like a pale flower folded in a leaf, Is memory. Something we have, yet cannot touch nor hold, That once has been, yet never more will be; Like moonlight shadows on a Summer sea, Like many clouds which many stars unfold, Is memory. Life is so short! It is a little sleep, And all joys leave us, swift as swallows flee... When these days pass, so dear to you and me, Yet half their joy, my friend, we still may keep Through memory. ROSE ET NOIR On, generous, sweet Life! I said, Because--as on a silver thread We string white pearls--Life, bliss on bliss Had strung together. Thus complete I held them, till my heart''s quick beat Grew quicker. Do you wonder, Sweet, That I was glad for this? I do not know from whence the touch That shook my white pearls overmuch, And snapped the string. Then bliss on biss Slipped through my fingers on the sand--Alone was left within my hand A broken thread. You understand I have been sad since this, n Oh, moonlight spider-web, Filmy and fine and fair! A cloud of dew-drops blown From rose-hearts overgrown--Transfixed upon the bosom of the air. Oh, moonlight-colored web, That some rude hand has torn! Each broken, lifeless thread Hangs downward, gray and dead, Caught on the sharp edge of a red-rose thorn. Oh, frail, fine web of Life, Woven ''mid stars above, Shattered on earth one day! Mine lieth dead and gray, Caught on the sharp edge of the Thorn of Love. Spring''s hands are always full of rosy flowers, Unopened buds to deck each field and tree. We love and watch them through the long, sweet hours, Not for the buds, but what the buds will be. Life''s hands are full of buds. She comes on singing, With radiant e... Cora Randall Fabbri, Books, Fiction and Literature, Lyrics Books>Fiction and Literature, General Books LLC<