The Banks O' Cree, and Other Poems by Isa CowanThe Banks O' Cree, and Other Poems by Isa Cowan

The Banks O' Cree, and Other Poems

byIsa Cowan

Paperback | February 8, 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.1882 Excerpt: ... LINES ON THE DEATH OF A. AND I. C, The Beloved Children Op J. And I. C, Newton-stewart. 'Tis the shadowy hour of evening, And through the mists I see Loved forms and happy faces That are hidden now from me,--Hidden where the yew tree waveth, In the churchyard's sombre gloom; Shining in the fields of glory, Where flowers for ever bloom. As the shadows deepen round me I breathe a weary sigh, Round my neck soft arms are stealing, Little pattering feet go by. With sounds of mirth and music, From the dead and buried past, They smile and flit around me, And my heart beats loud and fast. Through the gloom the sun is shining, Broken is the mystic spell, I see my little Agues And my bright-eyed Isabel. No vain regrets nor longings Can mar their perfect bliss; Oh! I would not recall them To a weary world like this. On the silvery shore they 're standing, And beckoning me to come; With their little hands to guide me, Sweet will be my welcome home. ACEOSTIC. M y sister dear, 'tis long since we, I n youthful innocence and glee, S at down by yon clear murmuring rill; S weet vanished hours, ye haunt me still. R ound each loved spot I ofttimes roam, A nd think of dear ones long since gone; C ould I recall those friends once more, H ow I would greet them as of yore; E ndearing tales would then be told--L ove's magic lore will ne'er grow old. A nd, sister dear, where'er you be, R emember still the banks o' Cree; M any fond delightful hours S pent we 'mong its leafy bowers; T hrough childhood's bright and happy days, R ambling on its flowery braes, O r wading in the rippling streams, N o care disturbed our youthful dreams; G one, gone for aye, are those bright scenes. TO A LITTLE FRIEND IN KILMARNOCK. They tell me thou art fair, "Wee Dick," Fragile and very wise, With wreaths...
Title:The Banks O' Cree, and Other PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:22 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.05 inPublished:February 8, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217886469

ISBN - 13:9780217886468