The Works of Oscar Wilde Volume 13

The Works of Oscar Wilde Volume 13

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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. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ... charming beauties of Nature scattered all over the universe surrounding us existed no more for that woman than Allan's beauty itself, to which she never accorded the caressing look of momentary contemplation. Blind with strange cecity that demanded no light, she would have required some new decree of the Almighty to reopen the lost world. Allan had to learn this later, although she had warned him already of his misery; he who, on the mountain top or on the sea with her, in the midst of sunny days of Italy and nights in Venice, never found again in his bronze statue of a woman a fragment of a chord, a sound torn from the aeolian harp that poets have in their breast, and which, when all its chords are sweet, . gives out resounding notes as vast and pure as the air that makes them vibrate. He had yet to learn that wherever he might carry unhappy Yseult to make her live one minute of his life of emotions, tears, and hymns, Nature could no more warm that creature of cold ashes than could his love, and that he would be like the son of Achilles dragging the virgin of Troy by the hair to the paternal tomb. Alas! he was more unfortunate still; for the antique warrior could strike as much as he liked at the naked bosom with the hilt of his sword, the future never spoke, and silence at least avenged the priestess; but as for Allan, what breast did he then assault and outrage, while nothing answered his cries? Lost in the incidents of the moment, Allan could not think that Italy would make him forget his painful preoccupation. He believed in the duration of his love as in its intensity. He had never loved but Madame de Scudemore; he had that faith that all first love has in itself. If he did not die of his wound, he would keep it a long while...show more

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  • Paperback | 104 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 200g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 123679401X
  • 9781236794017