Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1853 edition. Excerpt: ... THE LIP AND THE HEART. One day between the Lip and the Heart A wordless strife arose, Which was expertest in the art His purpose to disclose. The Lip called forth the vassal Tongue, And made him vouch--a lie! The slave his servile anthem sung, And brav'd the listening sky. The Heart to speak in vain essay'd, Nor could his purpose reach-- His will nor voice nor tongue obeyed, His silence was his speech. Mark thou their difference, child of earth! While each performs his part, Not all the lip can speak is worth The silence of the heart. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. In days of yore, the poet's pen From wing of bird was plundered; Perhaps of goose, but, now and then, From Jove's own eagle sundered. But now metallic pens disclose Alone the poet's numbers In iron inspiration glows, Or with the minstrel slumbers. Fair damsel! could my pen impart, In prose or lofty rhyme, The pure emotions of my heart, To speed the flight of time; What metal from the womb of earth Could worth intrinsic bear, To stamp with corresponding worth The blessings thou shouldst share? A VISION. Fatigued with labor, and with care opprest, At once my mind and body sought for rest. The drowsy god upon my aching head, With liberal hand, his friendly poppies shed, When, lo! before me wondrous scenes appeared, Strange things I saw, and stranger things I heard; On purple pinions borne, the god of Love, With rapid flight, descended from above. His golden quiver by a ribbon slung, In graceful ease across his shoulder hung; The fatal bow, his ensign of command, With dire intent he wielded in his hand. He saw me first, and took a feathered dart, Prepared his bow, and levelled at my heart; I turned around, his posture I espied: "Oh, spare me, Cupid, cruel god!" I cried, "Behold around you...
