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. 1881 Excerpt: ...her nest--Cooing dove And songs of love Join in mingling melody, Till their music seems to be In my breast. SPIRITS OF DREAMS. Now out of the portals of Dreamland there cometh A shadozo of passion and tragical woe; And the dim shades around him shrink back from the phantom, As on his wild figure the dream-light we ...
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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. 1881 Excerpt: ...her nest--Cooing dove And songs of love Join in mingling melody, Till their music seems to be In my breast. SPIRITS OF DREAMS. Now out of the portals of Dreamland there cometh A shadozo of passion and tragical woe; And the dim shades around him shrink back from the phantom, As on his wild figure the dream-light we throw. He wraps in his arms the white robes of a lady, That serve by their whiteness and contrast to show The dusk of his face and the gloom of each feature, While fixed on her pale face his lurid eyes glow. But naught in the beautiful face of the lady Responds to the passion and fire of his eyes, For the dread hand of Death hath stricken its beauty, And as chill, but as fair as a lily she lies. othello appears, carrying the dead body of Desdemoxa. OTHELLO. Dead and so beautiful! Thy purity Is like the light of a white star that shines Out of its heaven upon this wicked world, An angel's gaze through pitying veil of tears! How is my bosom haunted by a demon That made me slay my angel! With a mist Clouding my brain, the monster Jealousy Hath quenched my brightest day in heavy fogs. Oh, I have been more blessed than my deserving, More cursed than all the measure of my sins! Was Heaven so envious of my happiness, So careless of the welfare of a soul, To send no angel from its watch-towers down Against the ancient enemy of men, Who from the deeps of lowest Tartarus, --The foulest demon of the foulest caves Of Tartarus, --came to my happy Eden To poison all the fountains of my joy? Hath then a demon power to smite an angel? Nay, she hath flown to realms angelical; 'Tis I am smitten by this cruel passion, This imp of Demogorgon, that appeared Hideous in feature as his demon master The while he poured his venom in my heart, And turned my love to madness. A...
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