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Page 5 - DAVIDSON (JOHN). PLAYS : An Unhistorical Pastoral ; A Romantic Farce ; Bruce, a Chronicle Play ; Smith, a Tragic Farce ; Scaramouch in Naxos, a Pantomime, with a Frontispiece and Cover Design by AUBREY BEARDSLEY.
Page 79 - A LETTER from my love to-day ! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal ! ' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson seaL ' My love, there is no help on earth, No help in heaven ; the dead-man's bell Must toll our wedding; our first hearth Must be the well-paved floor of hell.' The colour died from out her face, Her eyes like ghostly candles shone; She cast dread looks about the place, Then clenched her teeth and read right on. ' I may not pass the prison door; Here must I rot from day to day, Unless...
Page 12 - OXFORD CHARACTERS. A series of lithographed portraits by WILL ROTHENSTEIN, with text by F. YORK POWELL and others. To be issued monthly in term. Each number will contain two portraits. Parts I. to V.
Page 92 - But I don't allow it's luck and all a toss; There's no such thing as being starred and crossed; It's just the power of some to be a boss, And the bally...
Page 6 - GALE (NORMAN). ORCHARD SONGS. With Title-page and Cover Design by J. ILLINGWORTH KAY. Fcap. 8vo, Irish Linen.
Page 8 - 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 109 - A CINQUE PORT BELOW the down the stranded town, What may betide forlornly waits, With memories of smoky skies, When Gallic navies crossed the straits; When waves with fire and blood grew bright, And cannon thundered through the night. With swinging stride the rhythmic tide Bore to the harbour barque and sloop; Across the bar the ship of war, In castled stern and lanterned poop, Came up with conquests on her lee, The stately mistress of the sea. Where argosies have wooed the breeze, The simple sheep...
Page 54 - Smouldered and glittered in the plain. Sometimes it was a wandering wind, Sometimes the fragrance of the pine, Sometimes the thought how others sinned, That turned her sweet blood into wine. Sometimes she heard a serenade Complaining sweetly far away: She said, "A young man woos a maid"; And dreamt 'of love till break of day.
Page 84 - The devil stopped her at the brink: She shook him off; she cried, "Away!" "My dear, you have gone mad, I think." "I was betrayed: I will not stay." Across the weltering deep she ran; A stranger thing was never seen: The damned stood silent to a man; They saw the great gulf set between. To her it seemed a meadow fair; And flowers sprang up about her feet. She entered heaven; she climbed the stair And knelt down at the mercy-seat. Seraphs and saints with one great voice Welcomed that soul that knew...
Page 53 - Where everlasting mountains flung Their shadows over tower and town. The jewels of their lofty snows In constellations flashed at night; Above their crests the moon arose; The deep earth shuddered with delight. Long ere she left her cloudy bed, Still dreaming in the orient land, On many a mountain's happy head Dawn lightly laid her rosy hand. 20 The adventurous sun took Heaven by storm; Clouds scattered largesses of rain; The sounding cities, rich and warm, Smouldered and glittered in the plain.