The Poetical Works of Christina G. Rossetti, Volume 1Little, Brown,, 1902 |
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... breath with haste And inward laughter . She cried " Laura , " up the garden , " Did you miss me ? Come and kiss me . Never mind my bruises , Hug me , kiss me , suck my juices Squeezed from goblin fruits for you , Goblin pulp and goblin ...
... breath with haste And inward laughter . She cried " Laura , " up the garden , " Did you miss me ? Come and kiss me . Never mind my bruises , Hug me , kiss me , suck my juices Squeezed from goblin fruits for you , Goblin pulp and goblin ...
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... breath , Held water to her lips , and cooled her face With tears and fanning leaves : But when the first birds chirped about their eaves , And early reapers plodded to the place Of golden sheaves , And dew - wet grass Bowed in the ...
... breath , Held water to her lips , and cooled her face With tears and fanning leaves : But when the first birds chirped about their eaves , And early reapers plodded to the place Of golden sheaves , And dew - wet grass Bowed in the ...
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Christina Georgina Rossetti. Her gleaming locks showed not one thread of Her breath was sweet as May , And light danced in her eyes . Days , weeks , months , years Afterwards , when both were wives With children of their own ; Their ...
Christina Georgina Rossetti. Her gleaming locks showed not one thread of Her breath was sweet as May , And light danced in her eyes . Days , weeks , months , years Afterwards , when both were wives With children of their own ; Their ...
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... breath , And never dared to say me nay . He saddened if my cheer was sad , gay he grew if I was gay ; But We never differed on a hair , My yes his yes , my nay his nay . The wedding hour was come , the aisles Were flushed with sun and ...
... breath , And never dared to say me nay . He saddened if my cheer was sad , gay he grew if I was gay ; But We never differed on a hair , My yes his yes , my nay his nay . The wedding hour was come , the aisles Were flushed with sun and ...
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... breath oppressed and unstrung claw . O marvel passing strange which next I saw : In sleep he dwindled to the common size , And all the empire faded from his coat . Then from far off a wingèd vessel came , Swift as a swallow , subtle as ...
... breath oppressed and unstrung claw . O marvel passing strange which next I saw : In sleep he dwindled to the common size , And all the empire faded from his coat . Then from far off a wingèd vessel came , Swift as a swallow , subtle as ...
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Page 77 - Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Page 77 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face?
Page 38 - 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...
Page 51 - O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again...
Page 67 - 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 14 - At twilight, halted by the brook: And for the first time in her life Began to listen and look. Laughed every goblin When they spied her peeping: Came towards her hobbling, Flying, running, leaping, Puffing and blowing, Chuckling, clapping, crowing, Clucking and gobbling, Mopping and mowing...
Page 137 - Too late for love, too late for joy, Too late, too late ! You loitered on the road too long, You trifled at the gate : The enchanted dove upon her branch Died without a mate ; The enchanted princess in her tower Slept, died, behind the grate ; Her heart was starving all this while You made it wait.
Page 96 - 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 this...
Page 5 - One had a cat's face, One whisked a tail, One tramped at a rat's pace, One crawled like a snail, One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry, One like a ratel tumbled hurry-scurry.
Page 25 - Through sleep, as through a veil, She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast; Her face is toward the west, The purple land. She cannot see the grain Ripening on hill and plain; She cannot feel the rain Upon her hand. Rest, rest...