Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1875 - 287 pages |
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... Death's door : Then Lizzie weighed no more Better and worse ; But put a silver penny in her purse , Kissed Laura , crossed the heath with clumps of furze At twilight , halted by the brook : And for the first time in her life Began to ...
... Death's door : Then Lizzie weighed no more Better and worse ; But put a silver penny in her purse , Kissed Laura , crossed the heath with clumps of furze At twilight , halted by the brook : And for the first time in her life Began to ...
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... death or is it life ? Life out of death . That night long Lizzie watched by her , Counted her pulse's flagging stir , Felt for her breath , Held water to her lips , and cooled her face With tears and fanning leaves : But when the first ...
... death or is it life ? Life out of death . That night long Lizzie watched by her , Counted her pulse's flagging stir , Felt for her breath , Held water to her lips , and cooled her face With tears and fanning leaves : But when the first ...
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... death cups drowsy and sweet- Which will open the first ? " Then a hundred sad voices lifted a wail , And a hundred glad voices piped on the gale : " Time is short , life is short , " they took up the tale : 66 Life is sweet , love is ...
... death cups drowsy and sweet- Which will open the first ? " Then a hundred sad voices lifted a wail , And a hundred glad voices piped on the gale : " Time is short , life is short , " they took up the tale : 66 Life is sweet , love is ...
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... night fast laid In her subtle toils . At the death of night and the birth of day , When the owl left off his sober play , And the bat hung himself out of the way , Woke the song of mavis and merle , And heaven 24 THE PRINCE'S PROGRESS .
... night fast laid In her subtle toils . At the death of night and the birth of day , When the owl left off his sober play , And the bat hung himself out of the way , Woke the song of mavis and merle , And heaven 24 THE PRINCE'S PROGRESS .
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... death , Where no man buildeth or fashioneth , Where none draws living or dying breath ; No man cometh or goeth there , No man doeth , seeketh , saith , In the stagnant air . Some old volcanic upset must Have rent the crust and blackened ...
... death , Where no man buildeth or fashioneth , Where none draws living or dying breath ; No man cometh or goeth there , No man doeth , seeketh , saith , In the stagnant air . Some old volcanic upset must Have rent the crust and blackened ...
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Goblin Market, the Prince's Progress, and Other Poems Christina Georgina Rossetti,Dante Gabriel Rossetti No preview available - 2018 |
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beneath bird blood blossoms blow bough breath bride calleth canst Thou say Cherubim cold dead dear death door doth dove dream drouth earth Edom evermore eyes face fair feet flowers fruit goblin GOBLIN MARKET golden gone green hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hope and fear hour Jesus kiss Lady lambs land laugh Laura leaves lilies live Lizzie look Lord Meggan moon morning mother nest never night once pain pale Paradise pass pleasant Ratel rest rose saith sang sea of glass shadows silent sing sister skylark sleep smile snow song SONNET sorrow soul Spring stay stood summer swallow sweet tears tender thee Thou to-day to-morrow tree turned Vanity of vanities voice wait wake watch WATERS OF BABYLON waxed weary weep wheat White poppies wind word
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Page 179 - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember. And if thou wilt, forget.
Page 105 - 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...
Page 101 - 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.
Page 286 - ... and play ; Hearken what the past doth witness and say : Rust in thy gold, a moth is in thine array, A canker is in thy bud, thy leaf must decay. At midnight, at cockcrow, at morning, one certain day Lo, the Bridegroom shall come and shall not delay : Watch thou and pray. Then I answered : Yea. Passing away, saith my God, passing away : Winter passeth after the long delay : New grapes on the vine, new figs on the tender spray, Turtle calleth turtle in Heaven's May. Though I tarry wait for Me,...
Page 147 - ECHO. Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years.
Page 3 - 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.
Page 1 - Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry : " Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy : Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries, Melons and raspberries, Bloom-down-cheeked peaches, Swart-headed mulberries, Wild free-born cranberries, Crab-apples, dewberries, Pine-apples, blackberries, Apricots, strawberries ; — All ripe together In summer weather, — Morns that pass by, Fair eves that fly ; Come buy, come buy...
Page 18 - Laura started from her chair, Flung her arms up in the air, Clutched her hair: "Lizzie, Lizzie, have you tasted For my sake the fruit forbidden? Must your light like mine be hidden, 480 Your young life like mine be wasted, Undone in mine undoing, And ruined in my ruin, Thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden?
Page 229 - ... is in the falling leaf: O Jesus, quicken me. My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious in the barren dusk; My life is like a frozen thing, No bud nor greenness can I see: Yet rise it shall - the sap of spring; O Jesus, rise in me. My life is like a broken bowl, A broken bowl that cannot hold One drop of water for my soul Or cordial in the searching cold; Cast in the fire the perished thing; Melt and remould it, till it be A royal...
Page 248 - But through the night a beast she grins at me, A very monster void of love and prayer. By day she stands a lie : by night she stands In all the naked horror of the truth With pushing horns and clawed and clutching hands. Is...