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. 1865 Excerpt: ...O more than heaven above; And to feel that all return Was the low desire which is not love--A 'love' which can seek and spurn. Scornfully laugh'd he as I went--'What would'st thou have i Sweet Life! 'Little matters for love's content 'That empty name of Wife.' So a year pass'd by, and we two ne'er met; And I tried to ...
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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. 1865 Excerpt: ...O more than heaven above; And to feel that all return Was the low desire which is not love--A 'love' which can seek and spurn. Scornfully laugh'd he as I went--'What would'st thou have i Sweet Life! 'Little matters for love's content 'That empty name of Wife.' So a year pass'd by, and we two ne'er met; And I tried to loathe his name. And no one cared for the cheeks tear-wet But the one I would not claim. A long long year. And then again We two were side by side. By the death-bed of my lord we twain Were watching, till he died. Then love's dark hate pass'd out of me, And I pray'd again--True Heart! Love me and wed me. 'Love is free'--He answer'd; 'We will part.' Scornfully laugh'd he as he went--'Tis better we part, Sweet Life! 'Thou would'st hardly be more content 'Even with the name of Wife.' Ere I look'd through the mist of tears He, the Beloved, was gone. How could I meet my widow'd years, Unlovely and alone? Then Love stood manifest in Wrath I cursed him franticly. And slipt the Avenger on his path: --Who could avenge but 11 Arid step by step I follow'd him, I track'd him everywhere; In vain he hid, --the tigress grim Could never miss her lair. And daily, nightly his gate before, I lean'd at the lintel-post--O never, never I loved him more Than when I-hated most. And at length we met. And gaze for gaze. He laugh'd, but his voice was kind: The rich sweet voice of the summer days Till I grew sick and blind And dizzy in' Love's great glare of light. Then fell Love's shadow--Hate: And e'er the cloud had left my sight The Man, the Loved, my Life's Delight, Lay dead at his own gate. THE captive of his bow and of Ms sword, I dwell within his walls and can not leave; Though ever in the absence of my lord Hopes of escape I weave. But he returns and holds my hands ...
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W. J. Linton. Good. The very scarce first edition of the engraver William James Linton's collection of poetry, with his play 'Claribel'. The first edition of this work. A very scarce work. A collection of poetry by the engraver William James Linton. With the play 'Claribel', and the poems 'The Old Legend of King Arthur', 'The Ruined City', 'Nature's Gentleman', 'The Advent of Peace', 'Two Stories of One Fate', 'Principle and Opinion', and more. Illustrated with head and tail pieces throughout, illustrated by the author. William James Linton was an Englishman who emigrated to America to try his fortune, after suffering from financial difficulties in England. He is said to have reached the highest point of execution in engraving in wood. In the original publisher's cloth binding. Externally, with a crack to the tail of the front joint. Light marking to the boards. Minor bumping to the head and tail of the spine and to the extremities. Label to the rear pastedown. Hinges are starting but firm. Prior owner's ink inscription to the recto to the front free endpaper, '...from her loving Uncle J.E.D. Christmas 1870'. Internally, firmly bound. Pages are with some spots and handling marks, heavier to the first and last few pages. Good.
