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. 1887 Excerpt: ...I told you. You, the while, Sat watching how the rose-tints died away, And how, above us, that stupendous pile Of Nature's masonry shone dim and gray. Then darkness fell. And still you did not move, Still sat, with eyes grown keener, at my side--Till--without spoken word--I found my love, My sweetest burden-bearer, my ...
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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. 1887 Excerpt: ...I told you. You, the while, Sat watching how the rose-tints died away, And how, above us, that stupendous pile Of Nature's masonry shone dim and gray. Then darkness fell. And still you did not move, Still sat, with eyes grown keener, at my side--Till--without spoken word--I found my love, My sweetest burden-bearer, my Rest-guide. On The Way To Westminster Abbey, June 21, 1887. 0 Royal in thy life and love and grief, Thou type of faithful-hearted womanhood, Who teachest sovereignly the sovereign good Of passionate constancy, and pure belief, And simple eagerness to bring relief Wherever sorrow is, and give the food That hunger cries for which is understood, Alas! too well by thee--of mourners chief! 1 saw thee go, with dazzling pageantry, To yield God thanks that He, for fifty years, Has given England to thee, of His grace. Said I, I saw thee?--Nay, I saw not thee, Nor long that splendour--I, through sudden tears, Saw only at thy side the empty place. Death Ajd Iove.1 I. Love willed that Death should occupy the house--Not hostilely--but like a generous foe Who, guest perforce, inflicts no needless throe, And scorns to jest and gibe and hold carouse. And when the leaves were tender on the boughs, And white the may-tree shone, and thick like snow, Death entered softly where Love bade him go, Obedient to the suzerain of his vows. And unto one whom worldly strife perplexed, Whom sickness grieved, and care made tremulous, The foeman, pitying, brought the boon of peace. "Or e'er these things his soul have greatly vexed--" (Death spake, benign, compassionating us) "The Master hath ordained that they shall cease." 1 Sunday Magazine, May, 1886. I Death And Jl(ove. II. White lilac, sweetest may, exotics white, (Gifts of dear hearts) made beautiful ...
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