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Title: Sonnets and love-songs, and Irene; a memoir
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Currie, George G. (George Graham), 1867-1926
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Publisher: West Palm Beach, Fla., Press of Dean publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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Peters so tall;The Windsor and other great buildings, Eecalling to mind Montreal,Were each, with Mount Royal as background. Distinctly portrayed to my view ;But strange as it sounds, my Zetulba, Their forms seemed all blended in you. Th^ occasional bang of the marksman ;* The din in the boiler-shop made ;The noise of the anvil and hammer. As workingmen plied at their trade ;The shriek of the outgoing engine ; The rattling of carts on the street;Though at one time the bore of existence Now fell on my ears as a treat. I heard, through it all, your sweet laughter, Ind felt for the moment your joy ;The same thrill of pleasure came o^er me. As gladdened my hours while a boy :I thought, as I gazed on your beauty. So real and transparently pure.How oft it inspired me to duty,— To deeds that might always endure. *At one time there were shooting ranges located at Ft. St.Charles, an outlying portion of Montreal^ where volunteersand private marksmen used to keep their hand and eye inpractice.
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^M: SONNETS AND LOVE SONGS. 87 Those hours of the past came to memory, When in flights of fancy and loveI traced out a fame-laureled pathway Whereon to win you I must move.And now, though the hope that allured me Has slowly dissolved from the scene.Like fire that is kindled by matchwood, I burn with ambition as keen. Some day when Vve followed my hobby, Till the acme of fame has been reached,1^11 credit your womanly glances With the sermons inspiring theyve preached ;And Ill prove to the wayAvard and doubting The worth of the praise I repeat,By gathering the fame and the laurels And throwing them all at your feet. IN A SONG BOOK. (Presented to a dear little lady friend.)Some people are always bemoaning their fate And wailing the luck that seems always too late ;But let us be wise and set worries a-winging:—Since life must be lived why not live through itsinging. 88 SONNETS AND LOVE SONGS. WESTERN ZEPHYRS. Oh come to the West, Zetulba, To the far away AYest with me ;Oh come and be mi

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