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John Lane, Bodley Head, 1898 - 108 pages
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Page 27 - Him closer for the press. So shall we live. And though the first sweet sting of love be past, The sweet that almost venom is; though youth, With tender and extravagant delight, The first and secret kiss by twilight hedge, The insane farewell repeated o'er and o'er, Pass off; there shall succeed a faithful peace; Beautiful friendship tried by sun and wind, Durable from the daily dust of life.
Page 79 - I in the greyness rose; I could not sleep for thinking of one dead. Then to the chest I went, Where lie the things of my beloved spread. Quietly these I took; A little glove, a sheet of music torn, Paintings, ill-done, perhaps; Then lifted up a dress that she had worn. And now I came to where Her letters are; they lie beneath the rest; And read them in the haze; She spoke of many things, was sore opprest. But these things moved me not; Not when she spoke of being parted quite, Or being misunderstood,...
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Page 70 - MY dead Love came to me, and said: "God gives me one hour's rest, To spend upon the earth with thee: How shall we spend it best ? " "Why as of old," I said, and so We quarrelled as of old.
Page 118 - GEORGE MEREDITH: Some Characteristics. With a Bibliography (much enlarged) by JOHN LANE, portrait, etc. Fourth Edition. Cr. 8vo. Purple cloth. 5s. 6d. net. THE RELIGION OF A LITERARY MAN.
Page 10 - When the long day that glideth without cloud, The summer day, was at her blue deep hour Of lilies musical with busy bliss, When very light trembled as with excess, And heat was frail, and every bush and flower Was drooping in the glory overcome; They three together met; on the one side, Fresh from diffusing light on all the world, Apollo; on the other, without sleep, Idas; and in the midst Marpessa stood. Just as a flower after drenching rain, So from the falling of felicity Her human beauty glowed,...
Page 29 - And thou, beautiful god, in that far time, When in thy setting sweet thou gazest down On this grey head, wilt thou remember then That once I pleased thee, that I once was young ?" When she had spoken, Idas with one cry Held her, and there was silence; while the god In anger disappeared. Then slowly they, He looking downward, and she gazing up, Into the evening green wandered away.
Page 43 - TO MILTON, — BLIND HE who said suddenly, " Let there be light ! " To thee the dark deliberately gave; That those full eyes might undistracted be By this beguiling show of sky and field, This brilliance, that so lures us from the Truth. He gave thee back original night, His own Tremendous canvas, large and blank and free, Where at each thought a star flashed out and sang. O blinded with a special lightning, thou Hadst once again the virgin Dark! and when The pleasant flowery sight, which had deterred...
Page 109 - No man was ever yet a great poet without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

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