Sweet Anne Page. 1884

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Chatto and Windus, 1884
 

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Seite 79 - Was a lady such a lady, cheeks so round and lips so red, — On her neck the small face buoyant, like a bell-flower on its bed, O'er the breast's superb abundance where a man might base his head?
Seite 69 - Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Seite 78 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Seite 78 - O beautiful, beneath the magic moon, To walk the watery way of palaces ! O beautiful, o'ervaulted with gemmed blue, This spacious court, with colour and with gold, With cupolas, and pinnacles, and points, And crosses multiplex, and tips and balls (Wherewith the bright stars unreproving mix, Nor scorn by hasty eyes to be confused); Fantastically perfect this low pile Of Oriental glory; these long ranges Of classic chiselling, this gay flickering crowd, And the calm Campanile.
Seite 277 - A noble, nasty course he ran, Supremely filthy and fastidious, He was the world's first gentleman, And made the appellation hideous.
Seite 244 - Coligny was not the man to let the grass grow under his feet, after such an appeal in behalf of the principal place in his government.
Seite 70 - In process of the seasons have I seen,. Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived : For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred ; Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
Seite 85 - Poor little rogue !" thought Raphael, when he read it. " That's all over." He went, as he intended, to Rome ; having written to his father to say that he was on his way to Guernsey. Rome had not at that time become quite such a suburb of London as it now is. People had not begun to write — " Jemima was cross, and I lost my umbrella, That day at the tomb of Csecilia Metella.
Seite 123 - there's as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it...
Seite 308 - O'er the ear No sound of cheerful toil is swelling. Earth has no quickening spirit here, Nature no charm, and man no dwelling ! " Not less admirably has he described a Roman beauty ; such as " weaves her spells beyond the Tiber." " Methinks the Furies with their snakes, Or Venus with her zone, might gird her ; Of fiend and goddess she partakes, And looks at once both Love and Murder.

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