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Excerpt from Sun-Up: And Other Poems (To my Mother) Let me cradle myself back Into the darkness Of the half shapes. . . Of the cauled beginnings. . . Let me stir the attar of unused air, Elusive. . . ironically fragrant As a dead queen's kerchief. . . Let me blow the dust from off you. . . Resurrect your breath Lying limp as a fan In a dead queen's hand. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Setting Sun: A Poem in Seven Books The next great principle of poetry is, that it should illustrate the world of nature and of revelation, and the vast range of human interests which are about us, - not merely imaginary creations, and things remote from, and opposed to, actual life. There are other important principles of poetry, both as regards quality and construction, but I will only add that it must be healthy, not morbid, in its tone; and varied and interesting, not tedious, in its character; resembling, in short, a pleasant journey with cheerful society through a diversified country, where the eye and ear are delighted every moment with something beautiful, new, or interesting, -a shady lane, a sheet of water, an old ruin, a hanging wood, the carol of a lark, a cheerful homestead, or a happy group of children. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Martyrs' Idyl: And Shorter Poems His mound is sweet to me. All my blood aches, Since driven onward like a dark hill cloud, Dizzy with secret lightnings nowhere spent, I chase yon happy sun to his bright death, Alas, I know not whither: but I know I shall not see the myriad shields uphung In camp to - night, nor on our cypresses Smoke rise and sink in loath blue fountain spray. SO far, so far I drift from even them Who fill one gourd with me, who cheer my heart, Who come in, warm and singing, to the tent, And miss me who am gone away, I think, Forever, though a day; out of their world. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Children of the Sun and Miscellaneous Poems Unchanged, untrodden, while the ages flow, This lovely valley in its deep repose, Nor scorching heat nor gloomy winter knows. But flowers bloom and feathered warblers Sing Amid the verdure of eternal spring. And here sequestered, years and years ago, Where partial Nature's richest bounties flow, From the resplendent orb of heaven sprung, A noble people lived, and loved, and sung. Their city, prosperous and happy then, Filled up the bosom of the mountain glen. The fairest city on its Sloping Side. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.