This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ...But very like to hold itself dispensed From such a grace: however, let us hope! He is a noble spirit in noble form. I wish ...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 edition. Excerpt: ...But very like to hold itself dispensed From such a grace: however, let us hope! He is a noble spirit in noble form. I wish he less had bent that brow to smile As with the fancy how he could subject Himself upon occasion to--himself! From rudeness, violence, you rest secure; But do not think your Duchy rescued yet! The D. You, --who have opened a new world to me, Will never take the faded language up Of that I leave? My Duchy--keeping it, -Or losing it--is that my sole world now? Val. lll have I spoken if you thence despise Juliers; although the lowest, on true grounds, Be worth more than the highest rule, on false: Aspire to rule, on the true grounds! The D. Nay, hear--False, I will never--rash, I would not be! This is indeed my birthday--soul and body, Its hours have done on me the work of years. You hold the requisition: ponder it! If I have right, my duty 's plain: if he--Say so, nor ever change a tone of voice! At night you meet the Prince; meet me at eve! Till when, farewell! This discomposes you? Believe in your own nature, and its force Cf renovating mine! I take my stand Only as under me the earth is firm: So, prove the first step stable, all will prove. That first, I choose--laying her hand on his, --the next to take, choose you! Val. after a pausa What drew down this on me?--on me, dead once, She thus bids live, --since all I hitherto Thought dead in me, youth's ardors and emprise, Burst into life before her, as she bids Vho needs them. Whither will this reach, where end? Her hand's print burns on mine... Yet she 's above--So very far above me! All 's too plain: I served her when the others sank away, And she rewards me as such souls reward--The changed voice, the suffusion of the cheek, The eye'
Good. Ships from the UK within 24 hours. Your purchase supports authors through the Book Author Resale Right. Published by SMITH, ELDER in 1889, hardback (no Dust Jacket), small size, boards worn to edges, boards creased to head & tail of spine, book plate on inside front cover, some ink annotations, marker used.
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