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. Poetry published in LIFE, TRUTH, TOWN TOPICS, VOGUE, and MUNSEY'S MAGAZINE during the years 1893 - 1898. 7 to 101 or to be read to younger audiences. Perfect Bound Paperback. 33% of the net profit is donated to the British Heart Foundation. Printed from Sustainable forests with Chain of Custody certification.. When Hearts are TrumpsA GREAT READ FOR THE ROMANTIC SOULS OF THIS WORLD!The verse in this volume were selected from works that had appeared in various periodicals, LIFE, TRUTH, TOWN TOPICS, VOGUE, and MUNSEY'S MAGAZINE during the five years 1893-1898 and whose editors kindly gave Tom Hall permission to republish them. So popular was this collection of poetry, that it had at least six editions. The contents of this volume are not related to the 1920 silent movie, of a similar name, neither is it related to the 1981 novel, also of a similar name. It is quite simply a collection of ninety-one enjoyable, short poems which relate to matters of the heart. Some are solemn and others more jovial in nature, and, with the exception of one or two, all are one page or less in length which makes for an easy and pleasant read. The reader is asked to be aware that these poems were penned over one hundred years ago and the protocols for dating and courting in the 19th C. were vastly different to those of today. So, when reading these poems, think Jane Austen, Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet and you're sure to gain a greater understanding. Excerpt from When Hearts are TrumpsThe Perfect Face.The Graces, on a summer day, Grew serious for a moment; yea, They thought in rivalry to traceThe outline of a perfect face. Each used a rosebud for a brush, And, while it glowed with sunset's blush, Each painted on the evening sky, And each a star used for the eye. They finished. Each a curtaining cloudDrew back, and each exclaimed aloud: "Behold, we three have drawn the same, From the same model!" Ah, her name? I know. I saw the pictures grow. I saw them falter, fade, and go. I know the model. Oft she luresMy heart. The face, my sweet, was yours. The Moonlight Sonata.The notes still float upon the air, Just as they did that night. I see the old piano there,— Oh, that again I might! Her young voice haunts my eager ear; Her hair in the candle-lightStill seems an aureole,—a tearIs my spectroscope to-night. I hear her trembling tell me "No," And I know that she answered rightBut I throw a kiss to the stars, and thoughShe be wed she will dream to-night.