Ballads. Tiresias. Locksley Hall Sixty Years After. Demeter and Other Poems Volume 5

Ballads. Tiresias. Locksley Hall Sixty Years After. Demeter and Other Poems Volume 5

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...let me weep my fill once more, and cry myself to rest! To rest? to rest and wake no more were better rest for me, Than to waken every morning to that face I loathe to see. ill I envied your sweet slumber, all night so calm you lay; The night was calm, the morn is calm, and like another day; But I could wish yon moaning sea would rise and burst the shore, And such a whirlwind blow these woods as never blew before. IV For, one by one, the stars went down across the gleaming pane, And project after project rose, and all of them were vain; The blackthorn-blossom fades and falls and leaves the bitter sloe, The hope I catch at vanishes, and youth is turn'd to woe. v Come, speak a little comfort! all night I pray'd with tears, And yet no comfort came to me, and now the morn appears, When he will tear me from your side, who bought me for his slave; This father pays his debt with me, and weds me to my grave. VI What father, this or mine, was he, who, on that summer day When I had fallen from off the crag we clamber'd up in play, Found, fear'd me dead, and groan'd, and took and kiss'd me, and again He kiss'd me; and I loved him then; he was my father then. VII No father now, the tyrant vassal of a tyrant vice! The godless Jephtha vows his child... to one cast of the dice. These ancient woods, this Hall at last will go--perhaps have gone, Except his own meek daughter yield her life, heart, soul to one--VIII To one who knows I scorn him. O, the formal mocking bow, The cruel smile, the courtly phrase that masks his malice now--But often in the sidelong eyes a gleam of all things ill--It is not Love but Hate that weds a bride against her will; IX Hate, that would pluck from this true breast the locket that I wear, The precious crystal into which I braided...show more

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  • Paperback | 62 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 127g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236497333
  • 9781236497338