ISBN: 1130753115

[EAN: 9781130753110], Neubuch, [PU: RareBooksClub], WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT,POETRY, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 88 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic boo… Plus…

[EAN: 9781130753110], Neubuch, [PU: RareBooksClub], WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT,POETRY, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 88 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 Excerpt: . . . to resolution. To his eyes The world became transfigured. Lady L. , He whispered, what is this You love me Well, Why do you weep He took her hands in his And pressed them to his lips; and at the kiss Griselda started from the heap she was And sat upright, with pale pathetic face Turned to the night. By the dim starlight he Beheld, half-awed and half in ecstasy, The strange emotion of her countenance. She made no gesture to withdraw her hands, No sign of disagreement with his words. Her eyes looked scared and troubled like a birds Caught in a net, and seemed to ask of Fate Where the next blow should fall. Twas thus she sat Speechless, inanimate, nor seemed to breathe. The Prince could hear the chattering of her teeth, And feel her shiver in the warm night wind, --And yet its touch was hardly thus unkind. He too, poor soul, in hope and tenderness, Still kissed her hands, and kissed her gloves and dress, And kneeling at her feet embraced her knees With soothing arms and soft cajoleries. She dared not turn nor speak. The balustrade Served as a pretext for her with its shade Hiding his face. She would not seem to guess All that his fondness asked of her distress: A word might break the spell. She only knew She was a poor sad woman, doomed to do Sorrow to all who loved her, that the Prince Had spoken truly, and her long pretence Of innocence was oer. She scorned to make An idle protest now for honours sake. He had a right to ask for what he would Now that she loved him, and her womanhood Reserved one tearful right, and only one, To hide her face an instant and be gone. How long they sat thus silent who shall say Griselda knew not. Time was far away; She wanted courage to prepare her heart For that last bitterest word of all, We. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2012, ISBN: 1130753115

[EAN: 9781130753110], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missin… Plus…

[EAN: 9781130753110], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 Excerpt: .to resolution. To his eyes The world became transfigured. Lady L., He whispered, what is this? You love me? Well, Why do you weep? He took her hands in his And pressed them to his lips; and at the kiss Griselda started from the heap she was And sat upright, with pale pathetic face Turned to the night. By the dim starlight he Beheld, half-awed and half in ecstasy, The strange emotion of her countenance. She made no gesture to withdraw her hands, No sign of disagreement with his words. Her eyes looked scared and troubled like a bird s Caught in a net, and seemed to ask of Fate Where the next blow should fall. Twas thus she sat Speechless, inanimate, nor seemed to breathe. The Prince could hear the chattering of her teeth, And feel her shiver in the warm night wind, --And yet its touch was hardly thus unkind. He too, poor soul, in hope and tenderness, Still kissed her hands, and kissed her gloves and dress, And kneeling at her feet embraced her knees With soothing arms and soft cajoleries. She dared not turn nor speak. The balustrade Served as a pretext for her with its shade Hiding his face. She would not seem to guess All that his fondness asked of her distress: A word might break the spell. She only knew She was a poor sad woman, doomed to do Sorrow to all who loved her, that the Prince Had spoken truly, and her long pretence Of innocence was o er. She scorned to make An idle protest now for honour s sake. He had a right to ask for what he would Now that she loved him, and her womanhood Reserved one tearful right, and only one, To hide her face an instant and be gone. How long they sat thus silent who shall say? Griselda knew not. Time was far away; She wanted courage to prepare her heart For that last bitterest word of all, We.<

ISBN: 9781130753110

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