The Poems of Henry Abbey by Henry AbbeyThe Poems of Henry Abbey by Henry Abbey

The Poems of Henry Abbey

byHenry Abbey

Paperback | February 1, 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. 1904. Excerpt: ... With flags and roses they festooned the walls, And mirth and music reveled in the streets, And myriad welcomes, jubilant and sweet, Rose in the sunny air, or fell with flowers. And since, the brittle goblets of my years, Filled to the brim with golden honey-mead, And handed me by the great cup-bearer, Fate, Have all been deeply quaffed; but from these hands Fallen away, lie shattered at my feet--The mute mementos of a life of joy. 1863. FOREKNOWLEDGE. At Pentland Frith, beside the sea-coast white, Stood an old inn to which the young Laird came. Rain and wild wind fulfilled the sightless night: But good cheer laughed before the hearth-stone flame. Well entertained, the pleased and drowsy guest, Ere it was late, retired to dreamful rest. His father's death had left him an estate On Mainland of the Orkneys set in sea; And in the Hall, now part in ruins, Fate Had roofed and reared his titled ancestry. To visit it the Laird was on his way, And would embark betimes the coming day. He felt the old inn tremble in the roar; But soon to him all sounds became remote, And he was walking on the island's shore; For he had crossed the Frith without a boat, And saw the Hall's great windows all alight In the weird depth of that forbidding night. He treads his hall of banqueting, rebuilt By sleepless fancy from moss-grown decay. It flames with wax-lights whose thin-lances tilt And splinter on the gloss of rich array. A tapestry garden, gay with woven bloom, Is hung around the tiled and corbeled room. In crystal and on gold a feast is spread, And they thereat are guests of high degree; While he, the Laird, is seated at the head, And wonders who the gentlefolk may be. But as his glance from face to face is cast, Up, at the spectral sight, he starts aghast! He sees his ancest...
Title:The Poems of Henry AbbeyFormat:PaperbackDimensions:100 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.21 inPublished:February 1, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217758282

ISBN - 13:9780217758284