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. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ... though t-The gentle boy, heir of the noble house, The peer of princes, Fortune's chosen one, --He cannot die--he is too young, too fair, He is not dead: he lingers in a dream. II Outside the waters lapped the palace steps; Sweet Venice seemed to swoon away in bliss Of sensuous summer sunset drowned in waves, ...
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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. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ... though t-The gentle boy, heir of the noble house, The peer of princes, Fortune's chosen one, --He cannot die--he is too young, too fair, He is not dead: he lingers in a dream. II Outside the waters lapped the palace steps; Sweet Venice seemed to swoon away in bliss Of sensuous summer sunset drowned in waves, And tremulously sang the gondoliers In underbreath the lines of Tasso's song. The women on the balconies forgot Their evening chatter, and the beggars had A newer sorrow in their pleading tones, For all the town was trembling for the boy. III How could the angel of the sepulchre Sweep with his sable wing the brow untouched By thrill of love, or passion's angry hand; - Those lips inviolate of siren's kiss; The arm which never raised a brawling sword? Death should not dim the splendor of this pearl Till it had gleamed for man' proud decades Upon Venetia's bosom; so 'twas said By peer and fisher in San Marco's square. IV Now slowly came the purple afterglow To play upon the hundred marble walls, And on the dresses of the waiting crowd; And its delirious magic put a joy And lust for all the witchery & life" In every beating heart. With one accord The people cried, " The boy, the peerless boy! Death shall not taste th.e sweetness of his breath; Let's to the palace with the famous Saint." Then solemnly unto the ancient church In long procession went the eager folk; And there, within the, prayerful atmosphere, Before an agate shrine with jasper gemmed, They found the Saint--a wondrous holy man, On whom renown of miracles had cast A halo of the supernatural--And through the panting accents of their fear He caught their wish--that he should save the youth. VI A little time he dwelt on bended knee: His faint words, floating on the chastened air, ...
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None. Very Good Indeed. A scarce handsome edition of this poem by Edward King. First edition, first impression. In a full calf binding with gilt detailing. Externally smart, with just some light shelfwear. Internally, generally firmly bound, though slightly strained in places. Pages have some slight marginal browning and the odd spot, but are otherwise clean. Very Good Indeed.