What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
2nd edition 50 copies large Angels Aubrey Beardsley beauty birds blossom breath burning Charles Ricketts cincture copies large paper cover design dead deep heart divine dreadful earth Elkin Mathews Essays eyes of Viola fair Father of Heaven fcap feet learn fickly true flesh flower frankly fickle GALLIENNE RICHARD Gaze gold golden gonfalons hair hand hand-made harping of mortals hath heart hymn i2mo i6mo John Lane Katharine Tynan knew l6mo learn The harping leave their portals lest lips look Lord De Tabley Mathews and John moon Muse night numbers pale Paradise Poems poet poet's portrait praise preparation present Publishers private press reaper remain rhyme Richard le Gallienne Ricketts robe ROBERT BROWNING round saith Seraphim singer singing skies smile song soul spirit stars sweet thee thine things thou tress Uranian vellum Verse vesture volume Walter Crane WILDE OSCAR wine wings wist woof
Page 49 - The long savannahs of the blue; Or whether, Thunder-driven, They clanged his chariot 'thwart a heaven, Flashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet: — Fear wist not 'to evade as Love wist to pursue.
Page 48 - Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat — and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet — " All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.
Page 23 - How should I gauge what beauty is her dole, Who cannot see her countenance for her soul ; As birds see not the casement for the sky ? And as 'tis check they prove its presence by, I know not of her body till I find My flight debarred the heaven of her mind.
Page 51 - And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine; Against the red throb of its sunset-heart I laid my own to beat, And share commingling heat; But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart. In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek. For ah ! we know not what each other says, These things and I ; in sound 7 speak — Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.
Page 77 - O frankly fickle, and fickly true, Do you know what the days will do to you? To your love and you what the days will do, 0 frankly fickle, and fickly true?
Page 48 - I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days ; I fled Him, down the arches of the years...
Page 77 - mid men my needless head, And my fruit is dreams, as theirs is bread: The goodly men and the sun-hazed sleeper Time shall reap, but after the reaper The world shall glean of me, me the sleeper. Love, love! your flower of withered dream In leaved rhyme lies safe, I deem, Sheltered and shut in a nook of rhyme, From the reaper man, and his reaper Time. Love!
Page 78 - mid men my needless head, And my fruit is dreams, as theirs is bread : The goodly men and the sun-hazed sleeper Time shall reap, but after the reaper The world shall glean of me, me the sleeper. Love, love! your flower of withered dream In leaved rhyme lies safe, I deem, Sheltered and shut in a nook of rhyme, From the reaper man, and his reaper Time. Love! 7 fall into the claws of Time: But lasts within a leaved rhyme All that the world of me esteems — My withered dreams, my withered dreams.
Page 74 - Then, as you search with unaccustomed glance The ranks of Paradise for my countenance, Turn not your tread along the Uranian sod Among the bearded counsellors of God ; For if in Eden as on earth are we, I sure shall keep a younger company : Pass where beneath their ranged gonfalons The starry cohorts shake their shielded suns, The dreadful mass of their enridged spears ; Pass where majestical the eternal peers, The stately choice of the great Saintdom, meet...