ISBN: 9781153838177

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1889. Not … Mehr…

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1889. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... ISO LADY GERALDINE''S COURTSHIP: A ROMANCE OF THE AGE. A Poet writes to his Friend. PLACE--A Room in Wycombe Hall. Time--Late in the evening. I. Dear my friend and fellow-student, I would lean my spirit o''er you! Down the purple of this chamber tears should scarcely run at will. I am humbled who was humble. Friend, I bow my head before you: You should lead me to my peasants, but their faces are too still. Ii. There''s a lady, an earl''s daughter,--she is proud and she is noble, And she treads the crimson carpet and she breathes the perfumed air, And a kingly blood sends glances up, her princely eye to trouble, A.nd the shadow of a monarch''s crown is softened in her hair. ill. She iias halls among the woodlands, she has castles by the breakers, She has farms and she has manors, she can threaten and command: And the palpitating engines snort in steam across her acres, As they mark upon the blasted heaven the measure of the land. There are none of England''s daughters who can show a prouder presence; Upon princely suitors'' praying she has looked in her disdain. Siie was sprung of English nobles, I was born of English peasants; IVhat was / that I should love her, save for competence to pain? V. I was only a poor poet, made for singing at her casement, As the finches or the thrushes, while she thought of other things. Oh, she walked so high above me, she appeared to my abasement, In her lovely silken murmur, like an angel clad in whgs! VI. Many vassals bow before her as her carriage sweeps their doorways; She has blest their little children, as a priest or queen were she: Far too tender, or too cruel far, her smile upon the poor was, For I thought it was the same smile which she used to smile on me. VII. She has voters in the Commons, she has lovers in the palac... Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Books, Entertainment, The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Volume 2) Books>Entertainment, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781153838177

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1889. Not … Mehr…

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1889. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... ISO LADY GERALDINE''S COURTSHIP: A ROMANCE OF THE AGE. A Poet writes to his Friend. PLACE--A Room in Wycombe Hall. Time--Late in the evening. I. Dear my friend and fellow-student, I would lean my spirit o''er you! Down the purple of this chamber tears should scarcely run at will. I am humbled who was humble. Friend, I bow my head before you: You should lead me to my peasants, but their faces are too still. Ii. There''s a lady, an earl''s daughter,--she is proud and she is noble, And she treads the crimson carpet and she breathes the perfumed air, And a kingly blood sends glances up, her princely eye to trouble, A.nd the shadow of a monarch''s crown is softened in her hair. ill. She iias halls among the woodlands, she has castles by the breakers, She has farms and she has manors, she can threaten and command: And the palpitating engines snort in steam across her acres, As they mark upon the blasted heaven the measure of the land. There are none of England''s daughters who can show a prouder presence; Upon princely suitors'' praying she has looked in her disdain. Siie was sprung of English nobles, I was born of English peasants; IVhat was / that I should love her, save for competence to pain? V. I was only a poor poet, made for singing at her casement, As the finches or the thrushes, while she thought of other things. Oh, she walked so high above me, she appeared to my abasement, In her lovely silken murmur, like an angel clad in whgs! VI. Many vassals bow before her as her carriage sweeps their doorways; She has blest their little children, as a priest or queen were she: Far too tender, or too cruel far, her smile upon the poor was, For I thought it was the same smile which she used to smile on me. VII. She has voters in the Commons, she has lovers in the palac... Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Books, Entertainment, The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Volume 2) Books>Entertainment <