Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7

Name: Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7
Author: Sylvester, Charles Herbert

Sylvester, Charles Herbert

Children's literature; Literature -- Collections

[339-11] Cowper was too strongly conscious of his weakness and his
difference from other men. He wrote in a letter to a friend, "Certainly
I am not an absolute fool, but I have more weaknesses than the greatest
of all the fools I can recollect at present. In short, if I was as fit
for the next world as I am unfit for this,--and God forbid I should
speak of it in vanity,--I would not change conditions with any saint in
Christendom."

[339-12] "That thou art safe, and that he is safe."

[339-13] Cowper descended from ancient and high lineage on both sides.




THOSE EVENING BELLS

_By_ THOMAS MOORE


    Those evening bells! those evening bells.
    How many a tale their music tells,
    Of youth, and home, and that sweet time
    When last I heard their soothing chime!

    Those joyous hours are passed away;
    And many a heart that once was gay,
    Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
    And hears no more those evening bells.

    And so 'twill be when I am gone--
    That tuneful peal will still ring on;
    While other bards shall walk these dells,
    And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.


FOOTNOTES:

[340-14] _Unrevoked_ means _not called back_.




ANNABEL LEE

_By_ EDGAR ALLAN POE


    It was many and many a year ago,
      In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden lived, whom you may know
      By the name of Annabel Lee;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
      Than to love, and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
      In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love,
      I and my Annabel Lee,--
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
      Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that long ago,
      In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
      My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsmen came,
      And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre,
      In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not so happy in heaven,
      Went envying her and me.
    Yes! that was the reason (as all men know)
      In this kingdom by the sea,
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
      Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

[Illustration: IN HER SEPULCHRE THERE BY THE SEA]

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
      Of those who were older than we,
      Of many far wiser than we;
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
      Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
      Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
      Of the beautiful Annabel Lee,

    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
      Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
    And so, all the night-tide I lie down by the side
      Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride,
    In her sepulchre there by the sea,
      In her tomb by the sounding sea.




THE THREE FISHERS

_By_ CHARLES KINGSLEY

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Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7

Sylvester, Charles Herbert

Children's literature; Literature -- Collections

[339-11] Cowper was too strongly conscious of his weakness and his
difference from other men. He wrote in a letter to a friend, "Certainly
I am not an absolute fool, but I have more weaknesses than the greatest
of all the fools I can recollect at present. In short, if I was as fit
for the next world as I am unfit for this,--and God forbid I should
speak of it in vanity,--I would not change conditions with any saint in
Christendom."

[339-12] "That thou art safe, and that he is safe."

[339-13] Cowper descended from ancient and high lineage on both sides.




THOSE EVENING BELLS

_By_ THOMAS MOORE


    Those evening bells! those evening bells.
    How many a tale their music tells,
    Of youth, and home, and that sweet time
    When last I heard their soothing chime!

    Those joyous hours are passed away;
    And many a heart that once was gay,
    Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
    And hears no more those evening bells.

    And so 'twill be when I am gone--
    That tuneful peal will still ring on;
    While other bards shall walk these dells,
    And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.


FOOTNOTES:

[340-14] _Unrevoked_ means _not called back_.




ANNABEL LEE

_By_ EDGAR ALLAN POE


    It was many and many a year ago,
      In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden lived, whom you may know
      By the name of Annabel Lee;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
      Than to love, and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
      In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love,
      I and my Annabel Lee,--
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
      Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that long ago,
      In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
      My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsmen came,
      And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre,
      In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not so happy in heaven,
      Went envying her and me.
    Yes! that was the reason (as all men know)
      In this kingdom by the sea,
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
      Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

[Illustration: IN HER SEPULCHRE THERE BY THE SEA]

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
      Of those who were older than we,
      Of many far wiser than we;
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
      Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
      Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
      Of the beautiful Annabel Lee,

    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
      Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
    And so, all the night-tide I lie down by the side
      Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride,
    In her sepulchre there by the sea,
      In her tomb by the sounding sea.




THE THREE FISHERS

_By_ CHARLES KINGSLEY

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7

Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7

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