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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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oned type. 400 HOPE AND DESPAirv. All upon a summer sea Sailing in an argosy— Ivcbecs, lutes, and viols sounding,While the ship oer wavelets bounding. Skims the surface of the sea. All the masts are wreathed with woodbine, Jessamine and eglantine;Whitest lilies—reddest rosesStrew the deck in scented posies ; And the cordage is a vine. *o^ Sunlight gleams in golden meshes; Breaks the foam in pearly tresses,Through the interlace of flowers-Breaks the foam in silver showers All adown the golden meshes. Stealing down a gloomy river,Where dull water-grasses quiver, From a barque come sounds of sorrow,Never ceasing with the morrow—Mournful barque upon the river ! Cypress, rosemary and rue, Branches from the sombre yew.On the deck are withered lying,While the night-breeze, sadly siglung, Wafts the odour of the rue. Sullen clouds obscure the moon. Darkness cometh all too soon ! Black the clouds and black the river,Black the barque, and oh ! the shiver As it sinks beneath the moon! E. D.
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KOUKKT BAKNES ANU ti. 1AYLOK. Miss Aqate, said the Vicar, aftkk a i.onc; silence, is it evertoo late to do a good thing? THE ARGOSY. DECEMBER, 1882. MRS. RAVENS TEMPTATION. BY THE AUTHOR OF DR. HARDYS MARRIAGE.CHAPTER XLV. CHARITY HALE. THE early sun of the winters morning was beginning to shine upon-the room and upon the excited group assembled in it, discussingmatters big with the fate of the House of Raven. The ReverendJames Connell waved away the paper his son would have pressed uponhim. Wait a minute, Philip. Dont tell me anything else yet. Thisis a letter written by my poor brother-in-law to Frank while he was atcollege—and it seems never to have been delivered. Philip was instantly attentive. Not that he imagined his own dis-covery was the less urgently important of the two. Where did itcome from ? he asked. The post-mistress brought it up herself, the butler answered. Itwas found inside the floor in her shop, sir, when the alterations werebegun last-night. One does not know

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