Out of the little chapel I burst Into the fresh night-air again. Five minutes full, I waited first In the doorway, to escape the rain That drove in gusts down the common's centre At the edge of which the chapel stands, Before I plucked up heart to enter. Heaven knows how many sorts of hands Reached past me, groping for the latch Of the inner door that hung on catch More obstinate the more they fumbled, Till, giving way at last with a scold Of the crazy hinge, in squeezed or tumbled One sheep more to the rest in fold, And ...
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Out of the little chapel I burst Into the fresh night-air again. Five minutes full, I waited first In the doorway, to escape the rain That drove in gusts down the common's centre At the edge of which the chapel stands, Before I plucked up heart to enter. Heaven knows how many sorts of hands Reached past me, groping for the latch Of the inner door that hung on catch More obstinate the more they fumbled, Till, giving way at last with a scold Of the crazy hinge, in squeezed or tumbled One sheep more to the rest in fold, And left me irresolute, standing sentry In the sheepfold's lath-and-plaster entry, Six feet long by three feet wide, Partitioned off from the vast inside- I blocked up half of it at least. No remedy; the rain kept driving.I Out of the little chapel I burstInto the fresh night-air again.Five minutes full, I waited firstIn the doorway, to escape the rainThat drove in gusts down the common's centreAt the edge of which the chapel stands, Before I plucked up heart to enter.Heaven knows how many sorts of handsReached past me, groping for the latchOf the inner door that hung on catchMore obstinate the more they fumbled, Till, giving way at last with a scoldOf the crazy hinge, in squeezed or tumbledOne sheep more to the rest in fold, And left me irresolute, standing sentryIn the sheepfold's lath-and-plaster entry, Six feet long by three feet wide, Partitioned off from the vast inside-I blocked up half of it at least.No remedy; the rain kept driving.They eyed me much as some wild beast, That congregation, still arriving, Some of them by the main road, whiteA long way past me into the night, Skirting the common, then diverging;Not a few suddenly emergingFrom the common's self thro' the paling-gaps-They house in the gravel-pits perhaps, Where the road stops short with its safeguard borderOf lamps, as tired of such disorder;-But the most turned in yet more abruptlyFrom a certain squalid knot of alleys, Where the town's bad blood once slept corruptly, Which now the little chapel ralliesAnd leads into day again, -its priestlinessLending itself to hide their beastlinessSo cleverly (thanks in part to the mason), And putting so cheery a whitewashed face onThose neophytes too much in lack of it, That, where you cross the common as I did, And meet the party thus presided,"Mount Zion" with Love-lane at the back of it, They front you as little disconcertedAs, bound for the hills, her fate averted, And her wicked people made to mind him, Lot might have marched with Go
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This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside. This book has hardback covers. In fair condition, suitable as a study copy. No dust jacket. No date; Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item, 200grams, ISBN:
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Good. Publisher: Date of Publication: Binding: paperbackEdition: Condition: GoodDescription: Publisher: George W. Jacobs & Co. Date of Publication: Binding: hard coverEdition: Condition: Good/Plastic, as IssuedDescription: 6 Inches 1419113062 edgewear, jacket torn and missing sections, 64 pages, text clean, binding tight, edgewear, soiling on covers, book undated,
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Very Good. First edition thus (no additional printings listed). Original blue and stamped gilt pictorial cloth (art nouveau arabesque with birds), approximately 4 ½ x 6 inches, 64 pp. Illustrated with 4 color plates. Hardcover, very good, no dustjacket. Corners and head and foot of spine rubbed, shelf scuffed, light soil on cloth, spine a bit tanned. Internally, previous owner's signature and calling card pasted onto front endpaper, foxing on endpapers, 1/4x2 inch water(? ) stain at top edge of frontispiece, otherwise tight, clean, paper crisp, unmarked and never read, with several unopened leaves. Christmas; literature; poetry; poems.
