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. 1876 Excerpt: ...grove, o'erpowering the pale beams That ere its coming seemed so purely bright. A presence felt, but veiled from grosser eyes By an excess of lustre, filled the air. Then Procris lifted up the heavy lids That with their pearl-fringed lashes hid her eyes, So lucid and so beauteous with her tears, And blue as summer seas ...
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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. 1876 Excerpt: ...grove, o'erpowering the pale beams That ere its coming seemed so purely bright. A presence felt, but veiled from grosser eyes By an excess of lustre, filled the air. Then Procris lifted up the heavy lids That with their pearl-fringed lashes hid her eyes, So lucid and so beauteous with her tears, And blue as summer seas 'neath Southern skies. Before her, in a flood of opal light, From whence streamed fragrance of the wild wood flowers, And the fresh air of pine-clad mountain sides, Stood Artemis, the goddess chaste and pure, With buskinned feet and tunic moist with dew, That clung to and scarce hid 1 er radiant form. A quiver of bright arrows, diamond-tipped, And feathered as with glancing rays of light, Hung o'er her shoulder, whilst a silver bow, Strung ready for the chase, she eager held. "Procris, I know thy woe," the goddess spake In a low tender tone that to the heart Sank deep, refreshing as the rain that falls Upon a parched and summer wearied plain. "Thy love for Cephalus in any guise I know, and whether with the glorious light Of noon-tide sun upon his shining brow, Crowned as a king, or with a mask of cloud, Veiling the smile he gives to thee, he comes, Or clothed in rudest garb of hunter wild, Still thou must love him and thine eyes will speak The burning thoughts thy lips may fail to tell. And he shall love thee too and woo thy lips To melt again on his, but first shall know How weary are the days without thy love. No more the freshness of the dewy field, Laden with scent of flowers with drooping heads, Shall meet him as he sweeps along the hills Or seeks the river hid in floating mists. No more his burning brow at eve shall feel The cooling night breeze coming through the groves, Till he hath sought thy love and given thee his, A...
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Add this copy of Richard's Tower: an Idyll of Nottingham Castle and to cart. $41.36, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Santa Clarita, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2012 by Nabu Press.
