Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ... the night, the moon arose and grew, From off the sea a little west-wind blew, Rustling the garden-leaves like sudden rain; And ere the moon had 'gun to fall again The wind grew cold, a change was in the sky, And in deep silence did the dawn draw nigh. Behold, another eve I bid you see! The sun is setting in the west, the sky Is clear and hard, and no clouds come anigh The golden orb, but further off they lie Steel-grey and black, with edges red as blood, And underneath them is the weltering flood Of some huge sea, whose tumbling hills, as they Turn restless sides about, are black or grey, Or green, or glittering with the golden flame; The wind has fallen now, but still the same The mighty army moves, as if to drown This lone, bare rock, whose sheer scarped sides of brown Cast off the weight of waves, in clouds of spray. From The Earthly Parodise. O Bitter sea, tumultuous sea, Full many an ill is wrought by thee!--Unto the wasters of the land Thou boldest out thy wrinkled hand; And when they leave the conquered town, Whose black smoke makes thy surges brown, Driven betwixt thee and the sun, As the long day of blood is done, From many a league of glittering waves Thou smilest on them and their slaves. Yea, whoso sees thee from his door, Must ever long for more and more; For as thou cravest, so he craves, Until he rolls beneath thy waves. Nor in some landlocked, unknown bay Can satiate thee for one day. Gold on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a golden girdle round my sweet;--Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite. If I were rich I would kiss her feet, I would kiss the place where the gold hems meet, And the golden girdle round my sweet--Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite. Yet even now it is good...