Goblin Market: And Other PoemsMacmillan, 1865 - 192 pages |
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Page 39
... thee nay . ” " " He took me in his strong white arms , He bore me on his horse away O'er crag , morass , and hairbreadth pass , But never asked me yea or nay . He made me fast with book and bell , With LOVE FROM THE NORTH . 39.
... thee nay . ” " " He took me in his strong white arms , He bore me on his horse away O'er crag , morass , and hairbreadth pass , But never asked me yea or nay . He made me fast with book and bell , With LOVE FROM THE NORTH . 39.
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... thee ; I cannot stem the blast , Nor the cold strong sea : Far away a light shines Beyond the hills and pines ; It is lit for me . bridegroom . I have thee close , my dear , No terror can come near ; Only far off the northern light ...
... thee ; I cannot stem the blast , Nor the cold strong sea : Far away a light shines Beyond the hills and pines ; It is lit for me . bridegroom . I have thee close , my dear , No terror can come near ; Only far off the northern light ...
Page 69
... thee . bridegroom . Nay peace , my darling , peace : Let these dreams and terrors cease : Who spoke of death or change or aught but ease ? O fair frail sin , GHOST . O poor harvest gathered in ! Thou shalt visit him again To watch his ...
... thee . bridegroom . Nay peace , my darling , peace : Let these dreams and terrors cease : Who spoke of death or change or aught but ease ? O fair frail sin , GHOST . O poor harvest gathered in ! Thou shalt visit him again To watch his ...
Page 133
... thee long weary days and nights , Through many pangs of heart , through many tears ; I bore with thee , thy hardness , coldness , slights , For three and thirty years . Who else had dared for thee what I have dared ? I plunged the depth ...
... thee long weary days and nights , Through many pangs of heart , through many tears ; I bore with thee , thy hardness , coldness , slights , For three and thirty years . Who else had dared for thee what I have dared ? I plunged the depth ...
Page 134
... thee on My shoulders and rejoiced : Men only marked upon My shoulders borne The branding cross ; and shouted hungry - voiced , Or wagged their heads in scorn . Thee did nails grave upon My hands , thy name Did thorns for frontlets stamp ...
... thee on My shoulders and rejoiced : Men only marked upon My shoulders borne The branding cross ; and shouted hungry - voiced , Or wagged their heads in scorn . Thee did nails grave upon My hands , thy name Did thorns for frontlets stamp ...
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Goblin Market: And Other Poems - Scholar's Choice Edition Christina Georgina Rossetti No preview available - 2015 |
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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...