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The Works of Benjamin Disraeli Volume 20; Endymion, V. 2. Miscellanea

The Works of Benjamin Disraeli Volume 20; Endymion, V. 2. Miscellanea

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ISBN10: 1154136000
ISBN13: 9781154136005
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 100
Weight: 0.43
Height: 0.21 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
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.1904 Excerpt: ... POEMS TO A BEAUTIFUL MUTE (THE ELDEST CHILD OF MR. FAIRLIE). ELL me the star from which she fell, Oh! name the flower From out whose wild and perfumed bell At witching hour, Sprang forth this fair and fairy maiden Like a bee with honey laden. They say that those sweet lips of thine Breathe not to speak: Thy very ears that seem so fine No sound can seek, And yet thy face beams with emotion, Restless as the waves of ocean. Tis well. Thy face and form agree, And both are fair. 1 would not that this child should be As others are: 1 love to mark her indecision, Smiling with seraphic vision I.D.--(V) TO A MAIDEN SLEEPING AFTER HER FIRST BALL. REAMS come from Jove, the poet says; But as I watch the smile That on thy lips now softly plays, I can but deem the while, Venus may also send a shade To whisper to a slumbering maid. What dark-eyed youth now culls the flower That radiant brow to grace, Or whispers in the starry hour Words fairer than thy face? Or singles thee from out the throng To thee to breathe his minstrel song? The ardent vow that ne'er can fail, The sigh that is not sad, The glance that tells a secret tale, The spirit hushed yet glad: These weave the dreams that maidens prove The fluttering dream of virgin love. Sleep on, sweet maid, nor sigh to break The spell that binds thy brain, Nor struggle from thy trance to wake To life's impending pain. Who wakes to love awake but knows Love is a dream without repose. ON THE PORTRAIT OF LADY MAHON. AIR lady! this the pencil of Vandyke Might well have painted: thine the English air, Graceful yet earnest, that his portraits bear, In that far troubled time, when sword and pike Gleamed round the ancient halls and cas-tles fair That shrouded Albion's beauty: though, when need, They too, though soft withal, would b...