A Selection from the Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Ed. by Sir G. Young

A Selection from the Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Ed. by Sir G. Young

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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. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...said!--Pulling and tugging the Fisherman sat; And the Priest was ready to vomit, When he hauled out a gentleman, fine and fat, With a belly as big as a brimming vat, And a nose as red as a comet. "A capital stew," the Fisherman said, "With cinnamon and sherry!" And the Abbot turned away his head, For his brother was lying before him dead, The Mayor of St. Edmund's Bury! There was turning of keys, and creaking of locks, As he took forth a bait from his iron box. It was a bundle of beautiful things, --A peacock's tail and a butterfly's wings, A scarlet slipper, an auburn curl, A mantle of silk, and a bracelet of pearl, And a packet of letters, from whose sweet fold Such a stream of delicate odours rolled, That the Abbot fell on his face, and fainted, And deemed his spirit was half-way sainted. Sounds seemed dropping from the skies, Stifled whispers, smothered sighs, And the breath of vernal gales, And the voice of nightingales: But the nightingales were mute, Envious, when an unseen lute Shaped the music of its chords Into passion's thrilling words: "Smile, Lady, smile!--I will not set Upon my brow the coronet, Till thou wilt gather roses white To wear around its gems of light. Smile, Lady, smile!--I will not see Rivers and Hastings bend the knee, Till those bewitching lips of thine. Will bid me rise in bliss from mine. Smile, Lady, smile!--for who would win A loveless throne through guilt and sin? Or who would reign o'er vale and hill, If woman's heart were rebel still?" One jerk, and there a lady lay, A lady wondrous fair; But the rose of her lip had faded away, And her cheek was as white and as cold as clay, And torn was her raven hair. "Ah ha!" said the Fisher, in merry guise, "Her gallant was...show more

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  • Paperback | 40 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 91g
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  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236760999
  • 9781236760999