From Queens' Gardens; Selected Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Jean Ingelow, Adelaide A. Procter, Christina Rossetti, and Others

From Queens' Gardens; Selected Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Jean Ingelow, Adelaide A. Procter, Christina Rossetti, and Others

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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. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ...pleading for their Mothers. A CASTLE IN THE AIR. T BUILT myself a castle, So noble, grand and fair; I built myself a castle, A castle--in the air. A CASTLE IN THE A IR. 105 The fancies of my twilights That fade in sober truth, The longing of my sorrow, And the vision of my youth; The plans of joyful futures; So dear they used to seem; The prayer that rose unbidden, Half prayer--and half a dream; The hopes that died unuttered Within this heart of mine: --For all these tender treasures My castle was the shrine. I looked at all the castles That rise to grace the land, But I never saw another So stately or so grand. And now you see it shattered, My castle in the air: It lies a dreary ruin, All desolate and bare. I cannot build another, I saw that one decay; And strength and heart and courage Died out the self-same day. Yet still, beside that ruin, With hopes as deep and fond, I waited with an infinite longing, Only--I look beyond. FRIEND SORROW. "PO not cheat thy Heart and tell her, "Grief will pass away, Hope for fairer times in future, And forget to-day."--Tell her, if you will, that sorrow Need not come in vain; Tell her that the lesson taught her Far outweighs the pain. Cheat her not with the old comfort, "Soon she will forget,"--Bitter truth, alas! but matter Rather for regret; Bid her not "Seek other pleasures, Turn to other things: "--Rather nurse her caged sorrow Till the captive sings. Rather bid her go forth bravely, And the stranger greet; Not as foe, with spear and buckler, But as dear friends meet; ONE BY ONE. IO/ Bid her with a strong clasp hold her, By her dusky wings, Listening for the murmured blessing Sorrow always brings. JUDGE NOT. JUDGE not... The fall thou darest to despise--May be...... that he...show more

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  • Paperback | 38 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 86g
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  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236498135
  • 9781236498137