{"id":7882,"date":"2022-01-16T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-01-16T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7882"},"modified":"2022-01-16T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-01-16T06:00:00","slug":"the-beauty-and-the-book","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-beauty-and-the-book\/","title":{"rendered":"The Beauty and the Book"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From the <\/em>Rock Island Argus, January 16, 1914<\/em><\/a>. By Henry Howland.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was so gentle and so fair
    That just to see her made me glad;
She spoke in accents sweet and rare,
    And praised the talent that I had;
The admiration in her look
    Awoke my pride and made me strut;
I gave to her my latest book,
    Its precious pages still uncut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She took it with such pure delight
    That pleasure lingered in my breast;
I thanked the gods that I could write
    And that the book contained my best;
She held it as a precious thing\u2014
    Indeed, she pressed it to her heart,
And set my own heart fluttering
    By sweetly dwelling on my art.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was so graceful, so sublime
    That I was filled with sudden joy;
My cares took flight and for a time
    I was again a blushing boy;
She sweetly spoke about the glee
    That presently should be her own
In conning my brave lines when she
    Could be unhindered and alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ah! That was three long years ago!
    I called upon her yesterday;
My book was on the stand, and so
    I picked it up from where it lay;
I felt the old joy in my heart,
    The sweet old thrill of boyhood\u2014but
\u2019Twas doomed to suddenly depart;
    The pages all remained uncut.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From the Rock Island Argus, January 16, 1914. By Henry Howland. She was so gentle and so fair    That just to see her made me glad;She spoke in accents sweet and rare,    And praised the talent that I had;The admiration in her look    Awoke my pride and made me strut;I gave to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,7],"tags":[161],"class_list":["post-7882","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-rock-island-argus","tag-henry-howland"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7882","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7882"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7882\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7882"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7882"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7882"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}