The Book of Living Poets by Walter JerroldThe Book of Living Poets by Walter Jerrold

The Book of Living Poets

byWalter Jerrold

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. 1907. Excerpt: ... Tottenham Court Road. In that far meadow by the water-side Now Spring is here, I'd show you (Ah! if I might be your guide!) Beside the clear Glad water flowing onward, here and there A cowslip, 'mid the green grass blades, A cowslip, growing in the quiet shades. 'Tis true we should disturb the shy wild duck, Forth they would fly. Three magpies we might see, to bring us luck For by-and-by. Imagine--can you? In this London street You smell the cowslip's scent, delicious, sweet. Sestina of Sleep. I Saw the water-lily's petals close, The dragonfly, joy-sated, fold his wings, The "water-boatmen" hurry to the shore, The cold toad crawl beneath the willow tree, Perched on one leg, the robin, feigning sleep, And a bat flutter quickly o'er the stream. I watched the patient ripple of the stream, So slow, it seemed to shun the sea, its close; And, like the lily, longed to court sweet Sleep. I softly prayed that Guardian Angels' wings Might shade my soul. Whispered the willow tree, "Breathe gently, breeze, that bloweth from the shore." Yearning for Sleep, I scanned the further shore. Right in my path still rolled the singing stream, Hurrying past the weeping willow tree, To whose sweet sorrow never cometh close, Never an end. But she had spread her wings, And unavailing were my prayers for Sleep! Yes, rudely spurning me, once gentle Sleep From my embraces to the other shore Fled, calling dreams to open wayward wings And follow her, their queen, across the stream; Or, if they wished to stay, their books to close, Written on dead leaves plucked from Wisdom's tree. Softly upon me, from the willow tree Dropped rustling leaves. I did solicit Sleep Kindly to come, ere Night's dark reign should close. She, taunting, whispered from the glimmering shore, "Come thou across thi...
Title:The Book of Living PoetsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:76 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.16 inPublished:February 2, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217574262

ISBN - 13:9780217574266