The Poems Of James Hebblethwaite Classic Reprint PDF Download

Excerpt from New Poems of James Hebblethwaite: Supplementary Volume to "the Poems of James Hebblethwaite" Sometimes it is so thin and white I think it is the flower of night. Sometimes it is a little boat In dark and cloudy foam afloat. And then a sickle keen it seems Reaping the harvest of my dreams. Ould you paint our little boy, Then your heart must brim with joy, And for colours you must use Nature's loveliest of hues: Blush of Wilding briar rose When its petals just unclose, Brown of woodland stream or pool, White of hawthorn pure and cool, Quintessential morning gold, (preciousness of wealth untold); With these mix immortal joy If you 'd paint our little boy. Walk with Lucy in a land By golden spell compact of this' The tender clasping of her hand, The solemn sweetness of her kiss. A crimson rose the parted lip, Like dusk-fringed pools the eyes of blue, Where Angel-thoughts their white wings dip And meet like thoughts as dearly true. I feel she breathes another air, More high and delicate than ours, Such as one dreams in winter bare Floats from a hill of almond owers. 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."