Excerpt: ...me through the open sash, And passed along, it found me desolate. The stupid dreamer at my side awoke, And with such helpless anguish as they feel Who know that they are weak as well as vile. I saw, through all his forward promises, Excuses, prayers, and pledges that were oaths (What he, poor boaster, thought I could not see), That he was shorn of will, and that his heart Was as defenseless as a little child's;- That underneath his fair good fellowship He was debauched, and dead in love with sin;- That love of ...
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Excerpt: ...me through the open sash, And passed along, it found me desolate. The stupid dreamer at my side awoke, And with such helpless anguish as they feel Who know that they are weak as well as vile. I saw, through all his forward promises, Excuses, prayers, and pledges that were oaths (What he, poor boaster, thought I could not see), That he was shorn of will, and that his heart Was as defenseless as a little child's;- That underneath his fair good fellowship He was debauched, and dead in love with sin;- That love of me had made him what I loved, - That I could only hold him till the wave Of some overwhelming impulse should sweep in, To lift his feet and bear him from my arms. I felt that morn, when he went trembling forth, With bloodshot eyes and forehead hot with woe, That henceforth strife would be 'twixt Hell and me- The odds against me-for my husband's soul. Grace. Poor dove! Poor Mary! Have you suffered thus? You had not even pride to keep you up. Were he my husband, I had left him then- The ingrate! Mary. Not if you had loved as I; Yet what you know is but a bitter drop Of the full cup of gall that I have drained. Had he left me unstained, -had I rebelled Against the influence by which he sought To bring me to a compromise with him, - To make my shrinking soul meet his half way, It had been better; but he had an art, When appetite or passion moved in him, That clothed his sins with fair apologies, And smoothed the wrinkles of a haggard guilt With the good-natured hand of charity. He knew he was a fool, he said, and said again; But human nature would be what it was, And life had never zest enough to bear Too much dilution; those who work like slaves Must have their days of frolic and of fun. He doubted whether God would punish sin; God was, in...
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Very good. No dust jacket. Signed by previous owner. Book Condition: Very good. Writing on front end page. Soiling on outside page edges, otherwise clean interior.
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Very Good+ Book 1893 name front fly, clean text. Minutely warped. Part of anattractive series, all titles w/ orig. etchings as frontis. Otto Bacher orig. etching. very good+, no dj, small embossed cameo to green cloth. Gilt top 177 pgs.
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Good+ with no dust jacket. Religious poetry, Christian themes. Cloth spine, wood-panel pattern paper boards, gilt titles and esign with mounted illustrated portrait of girl with flowers in hair on the front board, floral endpapers, top edges gilt. Heavy rubbing and foxing, pencil inscription on the first page, shaky and cracked hinges but no loose pages. Uncommon.; 24mo 5"-6" tall.
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1892 Holland, JG BITTER-SWEET Cameo Edition NY: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1892 177pp Frontis etching Otto Bacher, protected with tissue guard sm 8vo Dark green cloth stamped in gold, cameo on front cover, upper edge gilt Fine bright unblemished hardcover.
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PLEASE NOTE, WE DO NOT SHIP TO DENMARK. New Book. Shipped from UK in 4 to 14 days. Established seller since 2000. Please note we cannot offer an expedited shipping service from the UK.
