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Author: Hervey Allen Publisher: Good Press ISBN: Category : Poetry Languages : en Pages : 63
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Hervey Allen was an American educator, poet, and author. Wampum and Old Gold is a collection of some of his best poetry Excerpt: I think, by God! It is no lie; I shall go dreaming till I die! There is no love so real to me As the cold passion of the sea. There is no little, wind-swept town By harbors where the roads go down, Or headland gray that sits and sips The cup of ocean at its lips, And gazes at the far-off ships— Or tree or house or friend so real As visions and the dreams I feel.
Author: Hervey Allen Publisher: Good Press ISBN: Category : Poetry Languages : en Pages : 63
Book Description
Hervey Allen was an American educator, poet, and author. Wampum and Old Gold is a collection of some of his best poetry Excerpt: I think, by God! It is no lie; I shall go dreaming till I die! There is no love so real to me As the cold passion of the sea. There is no little, wind-swept town By harbors where the roads go down, Or headland gray that sits and sips The cup of ocean at its lips, And gazes at the far-off ships— Or tree or house or friend so real As visions and the dreams I feel.
Author: Hervey Allen Publisher: ISBN: 9781330655719 Category : Poetry Languages : en Pages : 74
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Excerpt from Wampum and Old Gold Confession. I think, by God! It is no lie; I shall go dreaming till I die! There is no love so real to me As the cold passion of the sea. There is no little, wind-swept town By harbors where the roads go down, Or headland gray that sits and sips The cup of ocean at its lips, And gazes at the far-off ships - Or tree or house or friend so real As visions and the dreams I feel. No - not the windy, vaultless arch Where all the white stars flame and march, Nor water at the river fords Like horses mad among the swords, Or oaks that lean from winter storms; These only give my vision forms. Away! White hands, I will not take! And kissing mouths that cry, "Awake!" For you I have no gramercy; So leave me by my lotus tree, To dream and gaze into the sky Where red suns wither up and die, I know! I know! I do not lie! I shall go dreaming till I die! 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.
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