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A selection from Mrs. Browning's poems ISBN 13: 9781150969508

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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. 1903 Excerpt: ... LXVI Low she dropt her head, and lower, till her hair coiled on the floor--285 Toll slowly. And tear after tear you heard fall distinct as any word Which you might be listening for. Lxvii "Get thee in, thou soft ladye! here is never a place for thee!" Toll slowly. 290 "Braid thine hair and clasp thy gown, that thy beauty in its moan May find grace with Leigh of Leigh." Lxviii She stood up in bitter case, with a pale yet steady face: Toll slowly. Like a statue thunderstruck, which, though quivering, seems to look 295 Eight against the thunder-place. LXIX And her foot trod in, with pride, her own tears i' the stone beside--Toll slowly. "Go to, faithful friends, go to! judge no more what ladies do, No, nor how their lords may ride!" 300 LXX Then the good steed's rein she took, and his neck did kiss and stroke: Toll slowly. Soft he neighed to answer her, and then followed up the stair For the love of her sweet look: Lxxi Oh, and steeply, steeply wound up the narrow stair around--305 Toll slowly. Oh, and closely, closely speeding, step by step beside her treading Did he follow, meek as hound. LXXII On the east tower, high'st of all,--there, where never a hoof did fall--Toll slowly. 310 Out they swept, a vision steady, noble steed and lovely lady, Calm as if in bower or stall. LXXIII Down she knelt at her lord's knee, and she looked up silently--Toll slowly. And he kissed her twice and thrice, for that look within her eyes 315 Which he could not bear to see. LXXIV Quoth he, "Get thee from this strife, and the sweet saints bless thy life!" Toll slowly. "In this hour I stand in need of my noble red-roan steed, But no more of my noble wife." 320 Lxxv Quoth she, "Meekly have I done all thy biddings under sun ": Toll slowly. "But by all my womanhood, which is proved ...

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