December; The Golden Apples the Fostering of Aslaug. January Bellerophon at Argos the Ring Given to Venus. February Bellerophon in Lycia the Hill of Venus. Epilogue. L'Envoi Volume 4

December; The Golden Apples the Fostering of Aslaug. January Bellerophon at Argos the Ring Given to Venus. February Bellerophon in Lycia the Hill of Venus. Epilogue. L'Envoi Volume 4

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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. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ...be in dread and doubt, In rest at least his body lay Ere the great bell struck noon that day. And soon a carver did his best To make an image of that rest, Nor aught of gold did Laurence spare To make his tomb both rich and fair; And o'er his clasped hands and his head Thereafter many a mass was said. CO when the tale was clean done, with a smile The old priest looked around a little while, That grew, as young and old 'gan say their say On that strange dream of time long past away;So listening, with his pleased and thoughtful look He 'gan turn o'er the worn leaves of his book, Half noting at the first the flowers therein, Drawn on the margin of the yellowing skin Where chapters ended; or fair images Of kings and lords amidst of war and peace At books' beginnings; till within a space His eyes grew fixed upon a certain place, And he seemed reading. Was it then the name Of some old town before his eyes that came, And drew his thoughts there?' Did he see it now?The bridge across the river choked with snow;The pillared market-place, not thronged this eve;The muffled goodwives making haste to leave The gusty minster porch, whose windows shone With the first-litten candles; while the drone Of the great organ shook the leaded panes, And the wind moaned about the turret vanes?--Nought changed there, and himself so changed 'mid change, That the next land--Death's land--would seem nought strange To his awakening eyes! Ah! good and ill, When will your strife the fated measure fill? When will the tangled veil be drawn away, And show us all that unimagined day? FEBRUARY. "VTO0N--and the north-west sweeps the empty road, . The rain-washed fields from hedge to hedge are bare; Beneath the leafless elms some hind's abode Looks small and void, and no smoke...show more

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  • Paperback | 104 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 200g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236538137
  • 9781236538130