The Poetical Works Of Frances Ridley Havergal

Author : Frances Ridley Havergal
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230408637
Total Pages : 0 pages
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Download or read book The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal [Ed. by M. V. G. Havergal] written by Frances Ridley Havergal and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 0 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: 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. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...of homreopathy. Oh! I could tell, For I know so well, How the unstrung nerves are tuned again, And the load rolls off from the tired brain, And strength comes back to the languid frame, And existence hardly seems the same. Her process is surer far and shorter, When out of reach of bricks and mortar! When all her gentle remedies Are brought to bear, till the work is done. Oh! give to me A pierless and paradeless sea, With a shore as God made it, grand and free, And not a mere triumph of masonry; Where the thundering shocks, And the Titan play Of the wild white spray, Which dies on the shingly beach, With a golden reach Of fair smooth sand, Laid by the hand Of the lulling tide, Inviting many a stroll or ride. Oh, for the pure and lovely shell! Oh, for the crimson frond! Witness of all fair forms that dwell In the marvellous deep below and beyond, Where living flowers From mermaids' bowers, Many a living star, Many a crystal, many a spar, Where Nature distributes all her treasures, And all her special sea-side pleasures. Oh! give me the rocks of Ilfracombe, With their witchery of gleam and gloom, With the crystal pools in the tide-swept cave, Where myriad fairy forests wave, And the delicate fringes of crimson and green, Purple and amber, ruby and rose, With snowy gleaming shells between, And marvellous forms of life are seen, While the musical tide still ebbs and flows; Where not a step but brings to view Something exquisite, something rare, Something marvellously fair, Always beautiful, always new. My heart is wandering still At its strange and wayward will. Oh, for the Glen of the Waters' Meet, Where the merry Lyn leaps down To that loveliest vale below, And hastens to join the Channel flow; Where the Lynton cliffs, without a frown, ..