ISBN: 9781153583657

Excerpt: ...came to the top of the world and the fen That drinks up the clouds and cisterns the rain, And down through the floors of the deep morass The procreant woodland essence… Plus…

Excerpt: ...came to the top of the world and the fen That drinks up the clouds and cisterns the rain, And down through the floors of the deep morass The procreant woodland essences drain- The thunder''s home, where the eagles scream And the centaurs pass; But, where it was born, I lost my stream. ''Twas in vain I said: ''Tis here it springs, Though no more it leaps and no more it sings; And I thought of a poet whose songs I knew Of morning made and shining dew- I remembered the mire of the marshes too. AUTUMN The sad nights are here and the sad mornings, The air is filled with portents and with warnings, Clouds that vastly loom and winds that cry, A mournful prescience Of bright things going hence; Red leaves are blown about the widowed sky, And late disconsolate blooms Dankly bestrew The garden walks, as in deserted rooms The parted guest, in haste to bid adieu, Trinklets and shreds forgotten left behind, Torn letters and a ribbon once so brave- Wreckage none cares to save, And hearts grow sad to find; And phantom echoes, as of old foot-falls, Wander and weary out in the thin air, And the last cricket calls- A tiny sorrow, shrilling Where? ah! where? THE ROSE IN WINTER When last I saw this opening rose That holds the summer in its hand, And with its beauty overflows And sweetens half a shire of land, It was a black and cindered thing, Drearily rocking in the cold, The relic of a vanished spring, A rose abominably old. Amid the stainless snows it grinned, A foul and withered shape, that cast Ribbed shadows, and the gleaming wind Went rattling through it as it passed; It filled the heart with a strange dread, Hag-like, it made a whimpering sound, And gibbered like the wandering dead In some unhallowed burial-ground. Whoso on that... Richard Le Gallienne, Books, Fiction and Literature, A Jongleur Strayed Books>Fiction and Literature The book has no illustrations or index. Purchasers are entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Subjects: Literary Criticism / Poetry; Poetry / General; Poetry / American / General; Poetry / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh;<

ISBN: 9781153583657

Excerpt: ...came to the top of the world and the fen That drinks up the clouds and cisterns the rain, And down through the floors of the deep morass The procreant woodland essence… Plus…

Excerpt: ...came to the top of the world and the fen That drinks up the clouds and cisterns the rain, And down through the floors of the deep morass The procreant woodland essences drain- The thunder''s home, where the eagles scream And the centaurs pass; But, where it was born, I lost my stream. ''Twas in vain I said: ''Tis here it springs, Though no more it leaps and no more it sings; And I thought of a poet whose songs I knew Of morning made and shining dew- I remembered the mire of the marshes too. AUTUMN The sad nights are here and the sad mornings, The air is filled with portents and with warnings, Clouds that vastly loom and winds that cry, A mournful prescience Of bright things going hence; Red leaves are blown about the widowed sky, And late disconsolate blooms Dankly bestrew The garden walks, as in deserted rooms The parted guest, in haste to bid adieu, Trinklets and shreds forgotten left behind, Torn letters and a ribbon once so brave- Wreckage none cares to save, And hearts grow sad to find; And phantom echoes, as of old foot-falls, Wander and weary out in the thin air, And the last cricket calls- A tiny sorrow, shrilling Where? ah! where? THE ROSE IN WINTER When last I saw this opening rose That holds the summer in its hand, And with its beauty overflows And sweetens half a shire of land, It was a black and cindered thing, Drearily rocking in the cold, The relic of a vanished spring, A rose abominably old. Amid the stainless snows it grinned, A foul and withered shape, that cast Ribbed shadows, and the gleaming wind Went rattling through it as it passed; It filled the heart with a strange dread, Hag-like, it made a whimpering sound, And gibbered like the wandering dead In some unhallowed burial-ground. Whoso on that... Richard Le Gallienne, Books, Fiction and Literature, A Jongleur Strayed Books>Fiction and Literature, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 1153583658

EAN: 9781153583657, ISBN: 1153583658 [SW:Poetry ; Poetry / General], [VD:20100300], Buch (ling.)