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. 1913 Excerpt: ...beautiful embrace, Lovely, faint, and satiated, Morning lifts a dreamless face. VIII As rivers rush in tumult And crumble in the sea, I am lost, I am slain in you, I am drowned eternally. Yet back in a cloud of joy, In a shower of living rain, To his heights among the hills You pour love back again. O to the being ...
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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. 1913 Excerpt: ...beautiful embrace, Lovely, faint, and satiated, Morning lifts a dreamless face. VIII As rivers rush in tumult And crumble in the sea, I am lost, I am slain in you, I am drowned eternally. Yet back in a cloud of joy, In a shower of living rain, To his heights among the hills You pour love back again. O to the being beloved, To perish and be reborn, --The strange and luring presence Refreshing as the morn, Love runs on forever As rivers to the sea; From myself you set me free! From myself you set me free! IX Night and day my youth is longing For your loveliness That must tame the fiery ardors Of his wild excess; For your beauty to subdue his Radiant rage, that dies, Drunken down the grave and solemn Thirsting of your eyes. Ah, all pain and longing ended, Wearied out, to rest Once again at the oblivious Lethe of your breast. See, my youth is all in flower (The dread shape draws near) That no love but yours may gather--And you are not here. Ah the kindness, once to feel them--The dear lips, that crave Through our pain, of the great bounty, Well, and wild to save. O once more to meet together, Ere the Fates destroy, For the rhythmical abandon, The barbaric joy! X If to me you prove faithless, And to this heart that sings, I will stoop and seek your image In the universe of things. Think you within you only You have your dwelling place--! From field and hill and flower Looks out at me your face; From flowers and from music, And from my living song--There will I love you still, There will I love you long. When have I lost myself wholly! When at last am I free From the barriers of division That separate you and me! When radiant, fierce, and holy, With heartbeats running in song, To the core of the burning beauty From the ends of the world we throng. In the hush, in ..
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Good. Sherman, French & Co., 1913; no additional printings indicated, same date on title and copyright pages; [xii], 211pp. John Hall Wheelock's signature, dated August 7th, 1914, on front end page; fountain pen signature of Ernst Filsinger, husband of poet Sara Teasdale, on front end page as well. Binding is tight, sturdy, and square; moderate amount of wear to edges of blue cloth boards, top corners gently bumped; paper title plate on spine foxed but otherwise clearly legible; text also very good. "Teasdale turned down [Vachel] Lindsay's proposal of marriage, choosing instead Ernst Filsinger, a St. Louis manufacturer, whom she married in 1914." (University of Texas "Greenwich Village Bookshop Door: A Portal to Bohemia 1920-25" exhibit site)
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Very Good. First edition. Very good with the edges and paper spine label lightly worn, without dustwrapper. A particularly uncommon work by Wheelock, with this copy Inscribed by the author with the full text of his poem "Life"-a verse not included in this collection, and recorded here in a form differing from its final revised version.
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Very Good. First edition. Very good with light edgewear and the paper spine label a bit foxed, without dustwrapper. A particularly uncommon work by Wheelock, with this copy Inscribed twice by the author, once to the English professor-turned-bookseller Curtis Hidden Page. A letter from Wheelock to Page is laid in, requesting that Page read "here and there" in the book if he has time to do so. Also laid in is a leaf from a Poetry Society of America publication describing Curtis Hidden Page's career.