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Bibliographic Detail
Publisher Assembled Stories
Publication date September 30, 2001
Binding Cassette/Spoken Word
Edition Unabridged
Book category Adult Fiction
ISBN-13 9781860154706
ISBN-10 1860154700
Original list price $71.95
Other format details audio
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Amazon.com description: Product Description: Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: POEMS BY ELLIS BELL FAITH AND DESPONDENCY ' The winter wind is loud and wild, Gome close to me, my darling child ; Forsake thy books, and mateless play ; And, while the night is gathering gray, We'll talk its pensive hours away ' lerne, round our sheltered hall November's gusts unheeded call; Not one faint breath can enter here Enough to wave my daughter's hair, And I am glad to watch the blaze Glance from her eyes, with mimic rays; To feel her cheek, so softly pressed, In happy quiet on my breast. ' But, yet, even this tranquillity Brings bitter, restless thoughts to me; And, in the red fire's cheerful glow, I think of deep glens, blocked with snow; I dream of moor, and misty hill, Where evening closes dark and chill; For, lone, among the mountains cold Lie those that I have loved of old. And my heart aches, in hopeless pain, Exhausted with repinings vain, That I shall greet them ne'er again I' ' Father, in early infancy, When you were far beyond the sea, Such thoughts were tyrants over me ! I often sat, for hours together, Through the long nights of angry weather, Raised on my pillow, to descry The dim moon struggling in the sky; Or, with strained ear, to catch the shock, Of rock with wave, and wave with rock; So would I fearful vigil keep, And, all for listening, never sleep. But this world's life has much to dread, Not so, my Father, with the dead. ' Oh ! not for them, should we despair, The grave is drear, but they are not there; Their dust is mingled with the sod, Their happy souls are gone to God ! You told me this, and yet you sigh, And murmur that your friends must die. Ah ! my dear father, tell me why ? For, if your former words were true, How useless would such sorrow be ; As wise, to mourn the seed which grevr Unnoticed on its parent tree, B...

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