The complete works of James Whitcomb Riley Volume 2; in which the poems, including a number heretofore unpublished, are arranged in the order in which ... notes and a life sketch of the author - Tapa blanda
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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. 1913 Excerpt: ...brim, My tea in steam shall twine a Fragrant laurel round its rim. TO THE SERENADER TINKLE on, O sweet guitar, Let the dancing fingers Loiter where the low notes are Blended with the singer's: Let the midnight pour the moon's Mellow wine of glory Down upon him through the tune's Old romantic story! I am listening, my love, Through the cautious lattice, Wondering why the stars above All are blinking at us; Wondering if his eyes from there Catch the moonbeam's shimmer As it lights the robe I wear With a ghostly glimmer. Lilt thy song, and lute away In the wildest fashion:--Pour thy rippling roundelay O'er the heights of passion!--Flash it down the fretted strings Till thy mad lips, missing All but smothered whisperings, Press this rose I'm kissing. WHAT A DEAD MAN SAID HEAR what a dead man said to me. His lips moved not, and the eyelids lay Shut as the leaves of a white rose may Ere the wan bud blooms out perfectly; And the lifeless hands they were stiffly crossed As they always cross them over the breast When the soul goes nude and the corpse is dressed; And over the form, in its long sleep lost, From forehead down to the pointed feet That peaked the foot of the winding-sheet, Pallid patience and perfect rest.--It was the voice of a dream, may be, But it seemed that the dead man said to me: "I, indeed, am the man that died Yesternight--and you weep for this; But, lo, I am with you, side by side, As we have walked when the summer sun Made the smiles of our faces one, And touched our lips with the same warm kiss. Do not doubt that I tell you true--I am the man you once called friend, And caught my hand when I came to you, And loosed it only because the end WHAT A DEAD MAN SAID 299 Of the path I walked of a sudden stopped--And a dead man's hand must needs ...
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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. 1913 Excerpt: ...brim, My tea in steam shall twine a Fragrant laurel round its rim. TO THE SERENADER TINKLE on, O sweet guitar, Let the dancing fingers Loiter where the low notes are Blended with the singer's: Let the midnight pour the moon's Mellow wine of glory Down upon him through the tune's Old romantic story! I am listening, my love, Through the cautious lattice, Wondering why the stars above All are blinking at us; Wondering if his eyes from there Catch the moonbeam's shimmer As it lights the robe I wear With a ghostly glimmer. Lilt thy song, and lute away In the wildest fashion:--Pour thy rippling roundelay O'er the heights of passion!--Flash it down the fretted strings Till thy mad lips, missing All but smothered whisperings, Press this rose I'm kissing. WHAT A DEAD MAN SAID HEAR what a dead man said to me. His lips moved not, and the eyelids lay Shut as the leaves of a white rose may Ere the wan bud blooms out perfectly; And the lifeless hands they were stiffly crossed As they always cross them over the breast When the soul goes nude and the corpse is dressed; And over the form, in its long sleep lost, From forehead down to the pointed feet That peaked the foot of the winding-sheet, Pallid patience and perfect rest.--It was the voice of a dream, may be, But it seemed that the dead man said to me: "I, indeed, am the man that died Yesternight--and you weep for this; But, lo, I am with you, side by side, As we have walked when the summer sun Made the smiles of our faces one, And touched our lips with the same warm kiss. Do not doubt that I tell you true--I am the man you once called friend, And caught my hand when I came to you, And loosed it only because the end WHAT A DEAD MAN SAID 299 Of the path I walked of a sudden stopped--And a dead man's hand must needs ...
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