Poems of Owen Meredith (Honble. Robert Lytton)

Poems of Owen Meredith (Honble. Robert Lytton)

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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. 1869 edition. Excerpt: ...thou hear When I talk in my dreams? RESURRECTION. L AT Paris it was, at the Opera there 3-And she look'd like a Queen of old time that night, With the wreathed pearls in her raven hair, And her breast with the diamond bright. II. Side by side in our box we sat, Together, my bride-betroth'd and I: My gaze was fix'd on my opera-hat, And hers on the stage hard by: III. And both were silent, and both were sad. Queenly she le: m'd on her full white arm, With that regal, indolent air she had; So confident of her charm! W. I have not a doubt she was thinking then Of her former lord, good soul that he was! Who died the richest, and roundest of men, The Marquis of Carabas. v. That narrow gate to the kingdom of heaven, He was not too portly, I trust, to pass. I wish him well, for the jointure given To my lady of Carabas. vI. Meanwhile, I was thinking of my first love, As I had not been thinking of aught for years, Till over mine eyes there began to move Something that felt like tears. vn. I thought of the dress that she wore last time, When we stood, 'neath the cypress trees, together, In that lost land, in her own sof t clime, In the crimson evening weather, VIII. By the broken wall, on the brown grass plot; And her warm white neck in its golden chain: And her full, sof t hair, wound into a knot, And falling loose again: IX. And the jasmin-flower in her fair young breast, (O the faint sweet smell of that jasmin-flower!) And the last bird singing alone to his nest, And the first star over the tower. x. I thought of our little quarrels and strife, And the letter that brought me back my ring. And it all seem'd then--in the waste of life--Such a very little thing! XI. For I thought of her grave below the hill, Which...show more

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  • Paperback | 58 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 122g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236970020
  • 9781236970022