Description:Excerpt from Poems The Poet to His Poems. Sweet children of my throbbing brain, Dear offspring of an aching heart, Wrung from the spirit in its pain, And of my yearning soul a part! In all the fortune I have seen, My constant care has been for thee;In hope or anguish thou hast beenThe purest, sweetest joy to me! And I have loved thee with a heartThat but too well its passion proved, And thee, unworthy as thou art, First, last, and fondest, I have loved! Ye soar not on a lofty wing, Your notes are all untuned by art;Yet ye may chant some little thing -Some strain - that will not leave the heart. But whatsoe'er may be thy worth, -However little may commend, Unheralded I send thee forth, Without a patron or a friend! 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.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Poems (Classic Reprint). To get started finding Poems (Classic Reprint), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: Excerpt from Poems The Poet to His Poems. Sweet children of my throbbing brain, Dear offspring of an aching heart, Wrung from the spirit in its pain, And of my yearning soul a part! In all the fortune I have seen, My constant care has been for thee;In hope or anguish thou hast beenThe purest, sweetest joy to me! And I have loved thee with a heartThat but too well its passion proved, And thee, unworthy as thou art, First, last, and fondest, I have loved! Ye soar not on a lofty wing, Your notes are all untuned by art;Yet ye may chant some little thing -Some strain - that will not leave the heart. But whatsoe'er may be thy worth, -However little may commend, Unheralded I send thee forth, Without a patron or a friend! 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.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Poems (Classic Reprint). To get started finding Poems (Classic Reprint), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.