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Page 7 - UPON the eyes, the lips, the feet, On all the passages of sense, The atoning oil is spread with sweet Renewal of lost innocence. The feet, that lately ran so fast To meet desire, are soothly sealed ; The eyes, that were so often cast On vanity, are touched and healed. From troublous sights and sounds set free ; In such a twilight hour of breath, Shall one retrace his life, or see, Through shadows, the true face of death r Vials of mercy ! Sacring oils ! I know not where nor when I come, Nor through...
Page 59 - All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat, Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay; Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, When I awoke and found the dawn was gray: I have been faithful to thee, Cynaral in my fashion.
Page 65 - LOUD mockers in the roaring street Say Christ is crucified again: Twice pierced His gospel-bearing feet, Twice broken His great heart in vain. I hear, and to myself I smile, For Christ talks with me all the while.
Page 125 - THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER I RISE in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow; And then I must scrub and bake and sweep Till stars are beginning to blink and peep ; And the young lie long and dream in their bed Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head, And their day goes over in idleness, And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress: While I must work because I am old, And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.
Page 1 - A WORD must be said for the manner in which the publishers -**. have produced the volume (ie "The Earth Fiend"), a sumptuous folio, printed by CONSTABLE, the etchings on Japanese paper by MR. GouLDiNG. The volume should add not only to MR. STRANG'S fame but to that of MESSRS. ELKIN MATHEWS AND JOHN LANE, who are rapidly gaining distinction for their beautiful editions of belles-lettres.' — Daily Chronicle, Sept. 24, 1892. Referring to MR. LE GALLIENNE'S 'English Poems' and ' Silhouettes
Page 6 - POOR FOLK. Translated from the Russian of F. Dostoievsky by LENA MILMAN. With a Preface by GEORGE MOORE. Vol. iv. A CHILD OF THE AGE. By FRANCIS ADAMS.
Page 6 - JOHNSON (LIONEL). THE ART OF THOMAS HARDY : Six Essays. With Etched Portrait by WM. STRANG, and Bibliography by JOHN LANE. Second Edition. Crown 8vo. 5s. 6d. net. Also 150 copies, large paper, with proofs of the portrait. Ģi, is. net. New York : Dodd, Mead & Co.
Page 67 - When we come at the end of time To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on the three old spirits, But call me first through the gate; 1 Pronounced as if spelt 'Mockrabwee*.