Название | The Angel in the Cloud |
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Автор произведения | Edwin W. Fuller |
Жанр | Языкознание |
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Издательство | Языкознание |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 4064066150792 |
Edwin W. Fuller
The Angel in the Cloud
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066150792
Table of Contents
LINES TO COUSINS C. AND E. ON THE BIRTH OF THEIR LITTLE DAUGHTER
THE DEVIL OUTDONE; OR, THE GUARD OF THE SULPHUR LAKE
AN ELEGY WRITTEN ON THE ROTUNDA STEPS, UNIVERSITY OF VIRGINIA, 1868
TO M——, FROM E—— WRITTEN ON THE FLY-LEAF OF A BIBLE
UNDER THE PINES “TELL THEM TO BURY ME UNDER THE PINES AT HOME.” FROM “SEA GIFT.”
LINES WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF AN UNKNOWN FRIEND
LINES, WRITTEN AFTER HAVING A HEMORRHAGE FROM THE LUNGS
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THE ANGEL IN THE CLOUD BY EDWIN W. FULLER PRIVATELY PRINTED MCMVII | ||
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Copyright, 1907 Sumner Fuller Parham TO THE HALLOWED MEMORY OF MY FATHER, WHO, EVEN WHILE I WAS GAZING UPON THE GOLDEN CITY PASSED WITHIN ITS WALLS, THIS LITTLE VOLUME IS INSCRIBED, WITH TEARS.
PREFACE
To those who may favor these pages with perusal, I make this earnest request: that, if they commence, they will read all. Knowing that the best mode of dealing with doubts is to state and refute, successively, I regret that the plan of the present work forces a separation of the statement and refutation. To read one without the other were to defeat the object in view; hence my request.
Many of the subjects of thought are worn smooth with the touch of ages, so that hope for originality is as slender as the bridge of Al Sirat; but in the bulrush ark of self-confidence, pitched with Faith, I commit my first-born to the Nile of public opinion; whether to perish by crocodile critics, or bask in the palace of favor, the Future, alone, must determine. May Pharaoh’s daughter find it!
E. W. F.
Louisburg, Jan. 17th, 1871.
A NOTE
First published more than thirty-five years ago, in the lifetime of the poet, THE ANGEL IN THE CLOUD has long since passed not only out of print but out of the memory of most living men. Of the copies of the original edition, only few are known to exist. Upon his surviving family is imposed the obligation, and to them comes the privilege, of rescuing from the realm of forgotten things these evidences of a graceful and genuine poetic gift in one whose memory they revere and whose genius they are unwilling to have die. It is therefore with the sense of performing a grateful duty that they have caused to be printed this new edition of Edwin Fuller’s poems, in the hope and belief that others, like themselves, will value it both as friends of the gentle poet and as disinterested lovers of good literature.
August, 1907.
THE ANGEL IN THE CLOUD
’Twas noon in August, and the sultry heat
Had driven me from sunny balcony
Into the shaded hall, where spacious doors
Stood open wide, and lofty windows held
Their sashes up, to woo the breeze, in vain.
The filmy lace that curtained them was still,
And every silken tassel hung a-plumb.
The maps and unframed pictures o’er the wall
Gave not a rustle; only now and then
Was heard the jingling sound of melting ice,
Deep in a massive urn, whose silver sides
With trickling dewbeads ran. The little birds,
Up in their cages, perched with open beaks,
And throbbing throats, upon the swaying rings,
Or plashed the tepid water in their cups
With eager breast. My favorite pointer lay,
With lolling tongue, and rapid panting sides,
Beside my chair, upon the matted floor.
All things spoke heat, oppressive heat intense,
Save swallows twittering up the chimney-flue,