Aurora Leigh, and Other Poems

Aurora Leigh, and Other Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 edition. Excerpt: ... so: it meant that then, that? I had not thought of that, in all my thoughts, Through all the cold, numb aching of my brow, Through all die heaving of impatient life Which threw me on death at intervals, through all The upbreak of the fountains of my heart The rains had swelled too large: it could mean that? Did God make mothers out of victims, then, And set such pure amens to hideous deeds? Why not? He overblows an ugly grave With violets which blossom in the spring. And / could be a mother in a month! I hope it was not wicked to be glad. I lifted up my voice and wept, and laughed. To heaven, not her, until it tore my throat. 'Confess, confess!' what was there to con fess, Except man's cruelty, except my wrong? Except this anguish, or this ecstasy 1 This shame or glory? The light woman there Was small to take it in: an acorn-cup Would take the sea in sooner. "Good, ' she cried; 'Unmarried and a mother, and she laughs! 'These unchaste girls are always impudent. 'Get out, intriguer? leave my house and trot: 'I won der you should look me in the face, With such a filthy secret.' 'Then I rolled My scanty bundle up and went my way. Washed white with weeping, shuddering head and foot With blind hysteric passion, staggering forth Beyond those doors. Twas natural of course She should not ask me where I meant to sleep: I might sleep well beneath the heavy Seine, Like others of my sort; the bed was laid For us. But any woman, womanly, Had thought of him who should be in a month, The sinless babe that should be in a month. And if by chance he might be warmer housed Than underneath such dreary, dripping eaves.' I broke on Marian there. 'Yet she herself, A wife, I think, had scandals of her own, A lover not her husband.' 'Ay.' she said, 'But gold...show more

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  • Paperback | 144 pages
  • 187.96 x 243.84 x 12.7mm | 272.15g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236948815
  • 9781236948816