Echoes from the Orient, with miscellaneous poems by Edward KingEchoes from the Orient, with miscellaneous poems by Edward King

Echoes from the Orient, with miscellaneous poems

byEdward King

Paperback | February 2, 2012

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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. 1880. Excerpt: ... 1 A SONG OF THE SOUL. i I Know the splendid jessamines can fill The air with perfume, and the breeze that brings The magic odour has a power to thrill The senses of the little bird that sings In yonder thicket, and to give a tone Of sorrow to his sweet, melodious moan. I know the soft reflection of the stars Is tremulous along the mighty stream; I know that nought above deters or mars The beauty of the morning moon's faint gleam; And yet my spirit strangely seems to wear A veil through which nor earth nor heaven are fair. Ii I know a blessing cometh with a curse; I know a waking cometh with a dream; I know a better followeth a worse; I know an ocean lies beyond the stream j I know the perfume hath desire to bless; I think the bird once sang of happiness; Yet all is dust and ashes now; the light Is bloody, and the air is filled with fire; And nothing but the swift, o'erwhelming night Can keep me from a vision grim and dire, For night is pitiful, and hides the face Which cannot lighten with repentant grace. in I know a soul that lost a treasure fair. Poor soul! it nursed a wild, consuming pain! Dear soul! its sorrow was too hard to bear, Yet soulfully it struggled, though in vain. It rose to Heaven and strode upon the skies; It delved to hell, and heard the demons' cries; Then once again it took its place on earth, Resolved to bear its bitter pang alone; It could not move itself to worldly mirth, But it had stronger, braver, purer grown: Yet when it fell to thinking on its loss, It seemed to murmur at its heavy cross. IV The end of all things did it most desire, Save one eternal, sweet, delightful calm; To that condition did it most aspire Where it might find oblivion's healing balm; Yet never dared it hope forgetfulness Would come to pity, linger o'er, and...
Title:Echoes from the Orient, with miscellaneous poemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:44 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.09 inPublished:February 2, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217203825

ISBN - 13:9780217203821