Goblin Market: And Other PoemsMacmillan, 1865 - 192 pages |
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... 37 LOVE FROM THE NORTH 38 WINTER RAIN 41 COUSIN KATE 44 NOBLE SISTERS 47 SPRING 51 THE LAMBS OF GRASMERE , 1860 54 A BIRTHDAY 56 REMEMBER 58 AFTER DEATH AN END MY DREAM SONG 59 60 62 65 THE HOUR AND THE GHOST A SUMMER WISH AN APPLE.
... 37 LOVE FROM THE NORTH 38 WINTER RAIN 41 COUSIN KATE 44 NOBLE SISTERS 47 SPRING 51 THE LAMBS OF GRASMERE , 1860 54 A BIRTHDAY 56 REMEMBER 58 AFTER DEATH AN END MY DREAM SONG 59 60 62 65 THE HOUR AND THE GHOST A SUMMER WISH AN APPLE.
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... SONG SONG . DEAD BEFORE DEATH BITTER FOR SWEET SISTER MAUDE REST • PAGE 66 • 71 73 75 76 80 82 85 87 89 " " 90 93 94 96 100 102 104 105 107 109 110 112 113 114 • 116 THE FIRST SPRING DAY . THE CONVENT THRESHOLD UP - vi CONTENTS .
... SONG SONG . DEAD BEFORE DEATH BITTER FOR SWEET SISTER MAUDE REST • PAGE 66 • 71 73 75 76 80 82 85 87 89 " " 90 93 94 96 100 102 104 105 107 109 110 112 113 114 • 116 THE FIRST SPRING DAY . THE CONVENT THRESHOLD UP - vi CONTENTS .
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... DEATH 148 153 SYMBOLS 155 66 " " CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE FIELD 157 THE WORLD 159 A TESTIMONY . 160 SLEEP AT SEA 165 FROM HOUSE TO HOME 171 OLD AND NEW YEAR DITTIES : NO . I. 186 NO . II . 187 NO . III . 189 AMEN 191 GOBLIN MARKET ...
... DEATH 148 153 SYMBOLS 155 66 " " CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE FIELD 157 THE WORLD 159 A TESTIMONY . 160 SLEEP AT SEA 165 FROM HOUSE TO HOME 171 OLD AND NEW YEAR DITTIES : NO . I. 186 NO . II . 187 NO . III . 189 AMEN 191 GOBLIN MARKET ...
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... died In her gay prime , In earliest Winter time , With the first glazing rime , With the first snow - fall of crisp Winter time . Till Laura dwindling Seemed knocking at Death's door : Then Lizzie weighed no GOBLIN MARKET . 17 17.
... died In her gay prime , In earliest Winter time , With the first glazing rime , With the first snow - fall of crisp Winter time . Till Laura dwindling Seemed knocking at Death's door : Then Lizzie weighed no GOBLIN MARKET . 17 17.
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And Other Poems Christina Georgina Rossetti. Seemed knocking at 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 ...
And Other Poems Christina Georgina Rossetti. Seemed knocking at 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 ...
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answered beneath birds bless bloom blossoms bough breath Cherubim Christ cold cousin Kate crocodile dead dear death doth dream drouth Euphrates eyes face fair fear feet flowers fruits glen glowworm goblin GOBLIN MARKET golden head grass green grey hair hand HARVARD COLLEGE 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 plucked Pomegranates pray Ratel rest rose sang sea of glass shadows SHAPLEIGH silence sing sister Maude sleep smile snow snowdrops song SONNET soul spirits Spring 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 wing
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Page 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...
Page 128 - 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? You cannot miss that inn.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 19 - Look at our apples Russet and dun, Bob at our cherries, Bite at our peaches, Citrons and dates, Grapes for the asking, Pears red with basking Out in the sun, Plums on their twigs; Pluck them and suck them, Pomegranates, figs.
Page 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.
Page 7 - Clearer than water flowed that juice; She never tasted such before, How should it cloy with length of use ? She sucked and sucked and sucked the more fruits which that unknown orchard bore; She sucked until her lips were sore ; Then flung the emptied rinds away But gathered up one kernel stone, And knew not was it night or day As she turned home alone.
Page 189 - PASSING away, saith the World, passing away : Chances, beauty and youth sapped day by day : Thy life never continueth in one stay. Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair changing to grey That hath won neither laurel nor bay ? I shall clothe myself in Spring and bud in May : Thou, root-stricken, shalt not rebuild thy decay On my bosom for aye. Then I answered : Yea.
Page 33 - WHERE sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep : Awake her not. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where shadows are Her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. 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...
Page 30 - Of not-returning time: 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...