A Woman's Heart: Manuscripts Found in the Papers of Katherine Peshconet and Edited by Her Executor Olive Ransom

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Doubleday, Page, 1906 - 252 pages
 

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Page 181 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore — Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself,...
Page 135 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise ; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Page 245 - O World ! O life ! O time ! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before, — When will return the glory of your prime ? No more — oh never more ! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight ; Fresh Spring, and Summer, and Winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, — but with delight No more — oh never more!
Page 169 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Page 229 - Tis not the frost, that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie ; 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my Love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town We were a comely sight to see ; My Love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysell in cramasie.
Page 75 - My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh forth at the windows, Shewing himself through the lattice.
Page 191 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 16 - MY true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given. I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss ; There never was a better bargain driven.
Page 237 - Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old ; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold : The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy ; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh : For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.
Page 198 - Were I as high as heaven above the plain, And you, my Love, as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the main, Whereso'er you were, with you my love should go. Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, My love should shine on you like to the sun, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes, Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done.

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