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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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... stir , Felt for her 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 28 GOBLIN MARKET .
... stir , Felt for her 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 28 GOBLIN MARKET .
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... 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 mother - hearts beset with fears , Their lives bound up in tender lives ; Laura ...
... 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 mother - hearts beset with fears , Their lives bound up in tender lives ; Laura ...
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... breath , And never dared to say me nay . He saddened if my cheer was sad , But gay he . grew if I was gay ; 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 , But gay he . grew if I was gay ; 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 . Oh 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 . Oh 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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Goblin Market, and Other Poems. with Designs by D.G. Rossetti Christina Georgina Rossetti No preview available - 2018 |
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answered beneath birds bless bloom blossoms bough breath Cherubim Christ cold cousin Kate crocodile dead dear death doth dove dream drouth Euphrates eyes face fair fear feet flowers fruits glen glowworm goblin GOBLIN MARKET goblin men golden head grass green grey hair hand 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 pleasant plucked Pomegranates pray Ratel rest rose sang sea of glass shadows 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
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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 - A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before.
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 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 159 - Bv day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair : But all night as the moon so changeth she ; Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
Page 30 - 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 one totters down, To...
Page 9 - Should not loiter in the glen In the haunts of goblin men. Do you not remember Jeanie, How she met them in the moonlight, Took their gifts both choice and many, Ate their fruits and wore their flowers 150 Plucked from bowers Where summer ripens at all hours?
Page 56 - A BIRTHDAY. 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. Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because...
Page 4 - She thrust a dimpled finger In each ear, shut eyes and ran: Curious Laura chose to linger Wondering at each merchant man.