The Poetical Works of Christina G. Rossetti, Volume 1Little, Brown,, 1902 |
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... SMILE AND A SIGH AMOR MUNDI A CHRISTMAS CAROL . • · 261 • • 261 262 · · • · 263 · 263 264 • 265 · 266 • 267 267 • 269 BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON PARADISE • · " I WILL LIFT UP MINE EYES UNTO THE HILLS " SAINTS AND ANGELS " WHEN MY HEART IS ...
... SMILE AND A SIGH AMOR MUNDI A CHRISTMAS CAROL . • · 261 • • 261 262 · · • · 263 · 263 264 • 265 · 266 • 267 267 • 269 BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON PARADISE • · " I WILL LIFT UP MINE EYES UNTO THE HILLS " SAINTS AND ANGELS " WHEN MY HEART IS ...
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... : 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 you should remember and be sad . AFTER DEATH . SONNET . HE curtains were half drawn 38 REMEMBER .
... : 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 you should remember and be sad . AFTER DEATH . SONNET . HE curtains were half drawn 38 REMEMBER .
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... smiles , almost with tears : " May Nell and you but live as true As we have done for years ; " Your father thirty years ago Had just your tale to tell ; But he was not so pale as you , Nor I so pale as Nell . " My lord was pale with ...
... smiles , almost with tears : " May Nell and you but live as true As we have done for years ; " Your father thirty years ago Had just your tale to tell ; But he was not so pale as you , Nor I so pale as Nell . " My lord was pale with ...
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... smile Like summer after snow . " A cup for memory ! " Cold cup that one must drain alone : While autumn winds are up and moan Across the barren sea . Hope , memory , love : Hope for fair morn , and love for day , And memory for the ...
... smile Like summer after snow . " A cup for memory ! " Cold cup that one must drain alone : While autumn winds are up and moan Across the barren sea . Hope , memory , love : Hope for fair morn , and love for day , And memory for the ...
Page 68
... smiling lips and cold calm eyes : Changed , yet the same ; much knowing , little wise ; This was the promise of the days of old ! Grown hard and stubborn in the ancient mould , Grown rigid in the sham of lifelong lies : We hoped for ...
... smiling lips and cold calm eyes : Changed , yet the same ; much knowing , little wise ; This was the promise of the days of old ! Grown hard and stubborn in the ancient mould , Grown rigid in the sham of lifelong lies : We hoped for ...
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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...