A professional beauty, Volumen 3

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Página 67 - Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly, Not of the stains of her; All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Página 57 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Página 54 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Página 231 - I I know them hast gone where thy forehead is starred With the beauty that dwelt in thy soul, Where the light of thy loveliness cannot be marred, Nor thy heart be flung back from its goal ; I know thou hast drunk of the Lethe that flows Through a land where they do not forget, That sheds over memory only repose, And takes from it only regret.
Página 72 - That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone As worthy to be loved by none. I do confess thou'rt sweet; yet find Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets, Thy favours are but like the wind That kisseth everything it meets: And since thou canst with more than one, Thou'rt worthy to be kiss'd by none.
Página 192 - ABSENT, YET PRESENT. As the flight of a river That flows to the sea, My soul rushes ever In tumult to thee. A twofold existence I am where thou art ; My heart in the distance Beats close to thy heart...
Página 25 - She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Página 72 - But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands, Her sweets no longer with her dwells: But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one. Such fate ere long will thee betide When thou hast handled been awhile, With sere flowers to be thrown aside; And I shall sigh, while some will smile, To see thy love to every one Hath brought thee to be loved by none.
Página 192 - Through granite it breaketh A tree to the ray, As a dreamer forsaketh The grief of the day, My soul in its fever Escapes unto thee ; O dream to the griever, 0 light to the tree ! A twofold existence 1 am where thou art ; Hark, hear in the distance The beat of my heart ! II.— JEALOUSY.
Página 1 - Then be the next my doom : I see, thou hast passed my sentence in thy heart, And I'll no longer weep, or plead against it, But with the humblest, most obedient patience, Meet thy dear hands and kiss them, when they wound me.

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