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. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...she used to wear in her breast. It smelt so faint, and it smelt so sweet, It made me creep, and it made me cold! Like the scent ...
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. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...she used to wear in her breast. It smelt so faint, and it smelt so sweet, It made me creep, and it made me cold! Like the scent that steals from the crum-bling sheet Where a mummy is half unroll'd. And I turn'd, and look'd. She was sitting there In a dim box, over the stage; and dress'd In that muslin dress with that full soft hair, And that jasmine in her breast 1 I was here; and she was there; And the glittering horseshoe curv'd between: --From my bride-betroth'd, with her raven hair, And her sumptuous scornful mien, To my early love, with her eyes downcast, And over her primrose face the shade (In short from the Future back to the Fast), There was but a step to be made. To my early love from my future bride One moment I look'd. Then I stole to the door, I traversal the passage; and down at her side I was sitting, a moment more. My thinking of her, or the music's strain, Or something which never will be ex prest, Had brought her back from the grave again, With the jasmine in her breast. She is not dead, and she is not wed 1 But she loves me now, and she lov'd me then! And the very first word that her sweet lips said, My heart grew youthful again. j The Marchioness there, of Carabas, She is wealthy, and young, and handsome still, And but for her... well, we 11 let that pass, She may marry whomever she will. But I will marry my own first love, With her primrose face: for old things are best, And the flower in her bosom, I prize it above The brooch in my lady's breast. The world is flll'd with folly and sin, And Love must cling where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one is n't lov'd every day. And I think, in the lives of most women and men, There's a moment when all would go smooth and even, If only the dead could find out when...
Near Fine. No Jacket. 8vo Xl, 744 pp, black and white frontispiece of Queen Victoria and engraving of Poet's Corner Westminster Abbey at half-title with shared tissue, introduction, Part I: early years of the reign, Part II: the Victorian epoch, Part III: close of the era, Part IV: colonial poets, biographical notes, indices. Lightly sunned spine with small rubbed spot near top of same, and very light edge wear. 1909 review from the N. Y. Evening Telegram at front pastedown that has left a soiled imprint on facing ffep, else, clean, tight and strong binding with no underlining, highlighting or marginalia. Green cloth with gilt decoration and gilt tooling to borders of front board; gilt edges top, bottom and fore-edge.
Good Condition. No Dust Jacket. Size: 8vo-over 7¾"-9¾" tall. Text unmarked. Sunning to spine. Front hinge cracked, but binding still secure. Portrait frontispiece with tissue guard. Bookplate on front pastedown. Text-block edges lightly soiled. Top edge gilt. Boards lightly rubbed. Paint drip on spine. Quantity Available: 1. Pictures of this item not already displayed here available upon request. Inventory No: 146562.
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