On Lonely Shores and Other Rhymes by James Leigh JoynesOn Lonely Shores and Other Rhymes by James Leigh Joynes

On Lonely Shores and Other Rhymes

byJames Leigh Joynes

Paperback | October 12, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ...melt When I listened to him long. " Scarcely was my soul awake; Troubled echoes 'gan to ring Through my head with throb and ache; How could I say anything When he held my hands and spake? " Yet indeed I tried to say, Were I worthy of his love, It were very good to stay With the stars ablaze above Holding fast his hand alway. "What could I have done to show That I held my heart aloof? 0 how could I wound him so? When I put it to the proof, 1 could never bid him go. " So he came as heretofore, Since I did not send him hence; Still he comes, and evermore Past all cure of penitence Will his woe lie at my door." Dost thou ne'er in silence think, " Might I yet get free from him! " Dost thou shudder, dear, and shrink, Like a bather stripped to swim Pausing at the river's brink? Dearest, if it be that I Grasp at gifts beyond my reach, When I should have passed them by, Speak and slay me with thy speech, I am not afraid to die. But if doubts that I have seen, Reservations in thine eyes, Hesitations in thy mien, Do but hold a half disguise Over fears they fain would screen, Fears that I may prove untrue, Doubts that vex thee now and then Lest I should be fickle too, Like the many sons of men Faithless even when they woo, Then but put me to the test, Grant the one thing I will ask, Let me toil at thy behest, Set me some tremendous task, Make my great love manifest. What are words but idle breath? Ah, how shall I surely know On my path to dreary death If thou love me, dear, or no, With the love that vanquisheth. Nay, mere words are none avail--Be it pity, be it love, Thou dost feel; I shall not fail Ere the stars come out above, This thy garden wall to scale. Then I'll ask thee o'er again, Thou wilt o'er again reply, Do thy best to make it plain 'Tis...
Title:On Lonely Shores and Other RhymesFormat:PaperbackDimensions:30 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.06 inPublished:October 12, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217737935

ISBN - 13:9780217737937