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Songs of Devon, and Miscellaneous Poems of Josias Homely, by the Author of 'reginald Arnolf'
Songs of Devon and Miscellaneous Poems of Josias Homely by the Author of 'reginald Arnolf' Author:John Bradford General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1843 Subjects: Fiction / Classics Fiction / Literary Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.co... more »m where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: Oh, God! that word revives my heart, For He is good and just -- 'Tis He has mingled joys and pains To try the child of dust. The proud one's might can go thus far, Here stay'd his power must be; Home for the homeless and forlorn, The grave's a home for me. And now my brave and generous lads, With whom till now I've toil'd, Be peaceful and obey the laws, Then shall your foes be foil'd. Forgive an old heart-broken man, If falling tears you see; My heart seems dead within my breast, Since home's not home to me." THE DYING EXILE TO HIS BRIDE. They told thee that the tempest cloud Was gathering o'er my fated head; But thou didst scorn the warning proud -- We gaily to the desert sped, That we might love in lonely joy, And none might frown upon our bliss, Where desert winds with wild flowers toy, -- Twin spirits of the wilderness, . The lingering sun-set leaves the west -- The wakening night breeze fans my brow; Fast sinking into deadly rest, My heart beats faintly sad and low. But count its last expiring swell- To thee 'tis given, to thee 'tis duo, For thou wert faithful though I fell, And all the proud predicted true. Thou'rt whispering words of holy peace, To him who taught thee first to mourn; But who shall soothe thy loneliness, When my frail lamp shall cease to burn. One parting smile -- I die -- I die -- And raise once more thy vesper hymn, That my sooth'd spirit now may fly, To heaven with thy pure offering. Close -- close my eyes -- my senses reel -- Mark thus my monumental urn; For all the lov...« less