The Collected Works of Dante Gabriel RossettiEllis and Scrutton, 1886 - Blind tooled bindings |
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... - 1. Love Enthroned 2. Bridal Birth . 3. Love's Testament . . 137 148 176 • 177 177 178 4. Lovesight · 178 5. Heart's Hope 179 6. The Kiss 179 7. Supreme Surrender 180 8. Love's Lovers 180 PAGE 9. Passion and Worship 10. The Portrait . 11.
... - 1. Love Enthroned 2. Bridal Birth . 3. Love's Testament . . 137 148 176 • 177 177 178 4. Lovesight · 178 5. Heart's Hope 179 6. The Kiss 179 7. Supreme Surrender 180 8. Love's Lovers 180 PAGE 9. Passion and Worship 10. The Portrait . 11.
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... Heart's Haven 187 23. Love's Baubles 188 24. Pride of Youth 188 25. Winged Hours 189 26. Mid - rapture 189 27. Heart's Compass 190 28. Soul - light 29. The Moonstar 190 191 30. Last Fire 31. Her Gifts 32. Equal Troth . 33. Venus Victrix ...
... Heart's Haven 187 23. Love's Baubles 188 24. Pride of Youth 188 25. Winged Hours 189 26. Mid - rapture 189 27. Heart's Compass 190 28. Soul - light 29. The Moonstar 190 191 30. Last Fire 31. Her Gifts 32. Equal Troth . 33. Venus Victrix ...
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... heart in youth had toll'd The knell that gave his Lady peace ; And now in manhood flew the dart Wherewith his City pierced his heart . Yet if his Lady's home above Was Heaven , on earth she filled his soul ; And if his City held control ...
... heart in youth had toll'd The knell that gave his Lady peace ; And now in manhood flew the dart Wherewith his City pierced his heart . Yet if his Lady's home above Was Heaven , on earth she filled his soul ; And if his City held control ...
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... heart - strings round the wall Of Florence , that ill pride might fall . Yet in the tiltyard , when the dust Cleared from the sundered press of knights Ere yet again it swoops and smites , He almost deemed his longing must Find force to ...
... heart - strings round the wall Of Florence , that ill pride might fall . Yet in the tiltyard , when the dust Cleared from the sundered press of knights Ere yet again it swoops and smites , He almost deemed his longing must Find force to ...
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... heart the false hearts made her doubt , One voice she heard once and cast out . Oh ! if his Florence could but come , A lily - sceptred damsel fair , As her own Giotto painted her On many shields and gates at home , - A lady crowned ...
... heart the false hearts made her doubt , One voice she heard once and cast out . Oh ! if his Florence could but come , A lily - sceptred damsel fair , As her own Giotto painted her On many shields and gates at home , - A lady crowned ...
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Page 232 - The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf ; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Page 218 - Hell, athirst alway ? I do not see them here ; but after death God knows I know the faces I shall see, Each one a murdered self, with low last breath. " I am thyself, — what hast thou done to me ? '
Page 466 - Then came there unto him all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all they that had been of his acquaintance before, and did eat bread with him in his house ; and they bemoaned him, and comforted him over all the evil that the Lord had brought upon him: every man also gave him a piece of money, and every one an earring of gold.
Page 231 - And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm.
Page 66 - Mother, Mary Mother, Why laughs she thus, between Hell and Heaven ?) "The wind is loud, but I hear him cry, Sister Helen, That Keith of Ewern's like to die.' 'And he and thou, and thou and I, Little brother.' (O Mother, Mary Mother, And they and we, between Hell and Heaven!) Three days ago, on his marriage-morn, Sister Helen, He sickened, and lies since then forlorn.
Page 225 - WHEN vain desire at last and vain regret Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain, What shall assuage the unforgotten pain And teach the unforgetful to forget ? Shall Peace be still a sunk stream long unmet, — Or may the soul at once in a green plain Stoop through the spray of some sweet life-fountain And cull the dew-drenched flowering amulet ? Ah...
Page 467 - Next he is seen relating his trials and mercies to the new daughters who were born to him — no women so fair in the land.
Page 211 - Man's measured path is all gone o'er; Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh, Man clomb until he touched the truth; and I, Even I, am he whom it was destined for.
Page 238 - This is her picture as she was : It seems a thing to wonder on, As though mine image in the glass Should tarry when myself am gone. I gaze until she seems to stir, — Until mine eyes almost aver That now, even now, the sweet lips part To breathe the words of the sweet heart : — And yet the earth is over her.
Page 231 - It lies in heaven, across the flood Of ether, as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night With flame and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth Spins like a fretful midge.