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Loading... The standard book of British and American verse (original 1932; edition 1932)by Nella Braddy Henney (Editor)Not sure how to review a "standard" book of verse. But I do know that this book has always been special for me. It's falling apart and is missing a big chunk of cover from the spine; the rest is only connected on one side. But it came from my Nana's house when I was a boy and may have been one of my earliest introductions to poetry. All my favorite poets and lots that I'd never heard of and probably haven't run across since. If it wasn't for this book, I may never have read one of my favorite poems, Abou Ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt: Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" Th vision rasied its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,- And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest! |
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If it wasn't for this book, I may never have read one of my favorite poems, Abou Ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt:
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" Th vision rasied its head,
And, with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again, with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,-
And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!