Goblin Market ... With Two Designs by D. G. Rossetti. Second EditionMacmillan & Company, 1865 - 192 էջ |
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... shore ; Rest , rest at the heart's core Till time shall cease : Sleep that no pain shall wake , Night that no morn shall break Till joy shall overtake Her perfect peace . AT HOME . WHEN I was dead , my spirit 34 DREAM LAND .
... shore ; Rest , rest at the heart's core Till time shall cease : Sleep that no pain shall wake , Night that no morn shall break Till joy shall overtake Her perfect peace . AT HOME . WHEN I was dead , my spirit 34 DREAM LAND .
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Christina Georgina Rossetti. AT HOME . WHEN I was dead , my spirit turned To seek the much frequented house : I passed the door , and saw my friends Feasting beneath green orange boughs ; From hand to hand they pushed the wine , They ...
Christina Georgina Rossetti. AT HOME . WHEN I was dead , my spirit turned To seek the much frequented house : I passed the door , and saw my friends Feasting beneath green orange boughs ; From hand to hand they pushed the wine , They ...
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... , hold me fast . He draws me from thy heart , And I cannot withhold : He bids my spirit depart With him into the cold : - Oh bitter vows of old ! - BRIDEGROOM . Lean on me , hide thine eyes : F 2 THE HOUR AND THE GHOST . 67.
... , hold me fast . He draws me from thy heart , And I cannot withhold : He bids my spirit depart With him into the cold : - Oh bitter vows of old ! - BRIDEGROOM . Lean on me , hide thine eyes : F 2 THE HOUR AND THE GHOST . 67.
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... been mine , and it was lost . A shadowless spirit kept the gate , Blank and unchanging like the grave . I peering through said : " Let me have Some buds to cheer my outcast state . " He answered not . " Or give me , then 105 SHUT OUT ·
... been mine , and it was lost . A shadowless spirit kept the gate , Blank and unchanging like the grave . I peering through said : " Let me have Some buds to cheer my outcast state . " He answered not . " Or give me , then 105 SHUT OUT ·
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... spirit was silent ; but he took Mortar and stone to build a wall ; He left no loophole great or small Through which my straining eyes might look : So now I sit here quite alone Blinded with tears ; nor grieve for that , For nought is ...
... spirit was silent ; but he took Mortar and stone to build a wall ; He left no loophole great or small Through which my straining eyes might look : So now I sit here quite alone Blinded with tears ; nor grieve for that , For nought is ...
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answered beneath birds bless bloom blossoms bough breath Cherubim cold cousin Kate crocodile dead dear death doth dream drouth Euphrates eyes face fair fear feet flowers fruits glen glowworm goblin GOBLIN MARKET goblin men golden head grass green grey hair hand harps hath hear heard heart heaven hope hope and fear hour lambs laugh Laura leaf leaping lilies lips Lizzie look Lord Maude Clare moon morning nest never night pain pale Paradise pass pleasant plucked Pomegranates pray Ratel rest rose sang sea of glass shadows silence sing sister Maude sleep smile snow snowdrops song SONNET soul spirits Spring star stone stood sucked summer sweet tears tell tender thee things thorns thou art to-day To-morrow trees turn vanity vanity of vanities wake watch waxed weary weep wind wine
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Էջ 58 - Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that...
Էջ 128 - A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before.
Էջ 56 - My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot: My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My IK.II [ is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Էջ 81 - My very life again though cold in death: Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago!
Էջ 4 - Covered close lest they should look; Laura reared her glossy head, And whispered like the restless brook: 'Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie, Down the glen tramp little men. One hauls a basket, One bears a plate, One lugs a golden dish Of many pounds weight. How fair the vine must grow Whose grapes are so luscious; How warm the wind must blow Through those fruit bushes.' 'No,' said Lizzie; 'No, no, no, Their offers should not charm us, Their evil gifts would harm us.
Էջ 159 - Bv day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair : But all night as the moon so changeth she ; Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
Էջ 30 - Would talk about the haunted glen, The wicked, quaint fruit-merchant men, Their fruits like honey to the throat, But poison in the blood; (Men sell not such in any town;) Would tell them how her sister stood In deadly peril to do her good, And win the fiery antidote: Then joining hands to little hands Would bid them cling together, "For there is no friend like a sister, In calm or stormy weather, To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To...
Էջ 9 - Should not loiter in the glen In the haunts of goblin men. Do you not remember Jeanie, How she met them in the moonlight, Took their gifts both choice and many, Ate their fruits and wore their flowers 150 Plucked from bowers Where summer ripens at all hours?
Էջ 56 - A BIRTHDAY. My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because...
Էջ 4 - She thrust a dimpled finger In each ear, shut eyes and ran: Curious Laura chose to linger Wondering at each merchant man.