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The Land's End, Kynance Cove, and Other Poems
The Land's End Kynance Cove and Other Poems Author:John Harris General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1858 Original Publisher: A. Heylin Subjects: Cornwall (England : County) History / Europe / Great Britain Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Literary Criticism / Poetry Poetry / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and w... more »hite OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: He paused beneath his old home's eaves, To mark the fall of the shrivell'd leaves ; For Autumn came with withering breath, Blowing around the blast of death. And he wiped the tears, as he crept along, To hear the redbreast's sacred song. His boyhood's home was his no more, The stranger's feet were on the floor; The tree, the porch, the rural stile, Where hawthorn flowers were wont to smile, Appear'd the same as when a boy, And mother shared his grief and joy. But sister, brother, all were flown, And left him on life's road alone. So down the honeysuckled lane The hoary pilgrim turn'd again ; And soon the Saviour bade him come, And call'd the Christian warrior home. THE RESTOKED. The gentle south winds softly blew, Where Spring's first flowers had birth; And the warm cheering sunlight threw Its radiance on the earth; When from his lowly woodbined home, O'ershadow'd with tall trees, A pale man, button'd to the chin, Crept forth into the leas. Six weary wintry months had he Bow'd in his lowly cot, Nor cross'd the threshold of his home, Nor murmur'd at his lot. Sick, sick, was he, his wasting frame Drew near the door of death, When He who smote him heal'd his wounds, And purified his breath. Beside the crooked hedge of withs, He slowly crept along, Pausing to look upon the flowers, That shone the banks among. And when t...« less