The Collected Works of Dante Gabriel RossettiEllis and Scrutton, 1886 - Blind tooled bindings |
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... speech he scorned not there Nor light cool fingers in his hair . Yet if the child whom the sire's plan Made free of a deep treasure - chest Scoffed it with ill - conditioned jest , — We may be sure too that the man Was not mere thews ...
... speech he scorned not there Nor light cool fingers in his hair . Yet if the child whom the sire's plan Made free of a deep treasure - chest Scoffed it with ill - conditioned jest , — We may be sure too that the man Was not mere thews ...
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... graceless arts ; Sworn scholiast of the bestial parts Of speech ; a ribald mouth to shout In Folly's horny tympanum Such things as make the wise man dumb . Much loved , him Dante loathed . And so , DANTE AT VERONA . 9.
... graceless arts ; Sworn scholiast of the bestial parts Of speech ; a ribald mouth to shout In Folly's horny tympanum Such things as make the wise man dumb . Much loved , him Dante loathed . And so , DANTE AT VERONA . 9.
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... destiny Struck cold his forehead , it may be . No book keeps record how the Prince Sunned himself out of Dante's reach , Nor how the Jester stank in speech : While courtiers , used to cringe an Poets and hariots 16 DANTE AT VERONA .
... destiny Struck cold his forehead , it may be . No book keeps record how the Prince Sunned himself out of Dante's reach , Nor how the Jester stank in speech : While courtiers , used to cringe an Poets and hariots 16 DANTE AT VERONA .
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... destiny Struck cold his forehead , it may be . No book keeps record how the Prince Sunned himself out of Dante's reach , Nor how the Jester stank in speech : While courtiers , used to cringe and wince , Poets 16 DANTE AT VERONA .
... destiny Struck cold his forehead , it may be . No book keeps record how the Prince Sunned himself out of Dante's reach , Nor how the Jester stank in speech : While courtiers , used to cringe and wince , Poets 16 DANTE AT VERONA .
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... speech it knew which still might change her heart , If only it could make me understand . One moment thus . Another , and her face Seemed further off than the last line of sea , So that I thought , if now she were to speak I could not ...
... speech it knew which still might change her heart , If only it could make me understand . One moment thus . Another , and her face Seemed further off than the last line of sea , So that I thought , if now she were to speak I could not ...
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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.