Festus; A Poem by Philip James BaileyFestus; A Poem by Philip James Bailey

Festus; A Poem

byPhilip James Bailey

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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1852. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Like falling stars across the sky, Escaping from their Maker's eye : I saw, but spared to speak. Go, and forget! she said, and slid Below her lowly tent; I will not, cannot;--hear me, girl! She heard not, and I went. At eve, by sunset, I was there, The tent was there no more ; The fire which warmed her flickered still-- The fire she sat before. I stood by it, till through the dark I saw not where it lay ; And then like that my heart went out In ashy grief and gray. My gipsy maid ! my gipsy maid ! Oh! let me bless this day ; This day it was I met thee first, And yet it shall be and is cursed, For thou hast gone away. Ltjcifeb. Another, please--not quite so gloomy, friend. Gtel. I wonder if the tale it tells be true. Singes. I dare say--but you want a merrier. Every man's life has its apocrypha ; Mine has, at least. I have said more than need be. It happened, too, when I was very young. We never meet such gipsies when we are old; And yet we more complain of youth than age. Now, make a ring, good people. Let me breathe ! [Sings. Oh! the wee green neuk, the sly green neuk, The wee sly neuk for me ! Whare the wheat is wavin' bright and brown, And the wind is fresh and free. Whare I weave wild weeds, and out o' reeds Kerve whissles as I lay ; And a douce low voice is murmurin' by Through the lee-lang simmer day. Oh ! the wee green neuk, &c. And where a' things luik as though they lo'ed To languish in the sun; And that if they feed the fire they dree, They wadna ae pang were gone. Whare the lift aboon is still as death, And bright as life can be; While the douce low voice says, na, na, na! But ye mauna luik sae at me. Oh ! the wee green neuk, &c. Whare the lang rank bent is saft and cule, And freshenin' till the feet; And the spot is sly, and the spinnie high,...
Title:Festus; A PoemFormat:PaperbackDimensions:194 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.41 inPublished:January 6, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217212824

ISBN - 13:9780217212823