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. 1906 Excerpt: ...upon your lips to weep Have I given use for. DENISE Ay, no use you say? But I dream not that hold this hand in that, But I dream not that take your eyes with mine; But I dream not I am that very thing That as a taint inside the imperilled flesh Have made corruption of the king's close will, Put scarlet treason on his ...
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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. 1906 Excerpt: ...upon your lips to weep Have I given use for. DENISE Ay, no use you say? But I dream not that hold this hand in that, But I dream not that take your eyes with mine; But I dream not I am that very thing That as a taint inside the imperilled flesh Have made corruption of the king's close will, Put scarlet treason on his purpose, marred The face of confidence, plucked words from trust, Taught murder to walk smooth and set his feet Upon the ways of faith; I am that thing, I would it were some other. CATHERINE Have you yet done? DENISE Yea, I have done all this. CATHERINE I do believe you; And though your thoughts ungently look my way, I have such sorrow for you sown at heart As you should reap a liberal help thereof Would you but pay thin thanks. DENISE No, I'll no thanks; Yea, though I die, I will not thank you; no; For I can hold my breath into my lip, Or twist my hair to choke my throat upon, Or thrust a weak way thus to my rent heart Even with these bare and feeble fingers here, Making each nail a knife; look you, I'll do 't. CATHERINE You talk too wide; I came to do you good. DENISE That were good news indeed; things new, being good, Come keener to put relish in the lip; I pray you let me see this good i' the face, Look in its eyes to find dead colours out, For deadly matters make up good for me. CATHERINE Nay, you shall find my favour large as love; I make no talk of gold, no costly words, No promise, but this merely will I say, You holding by me grapple to a hold Full of all gracious office and such wealth As love doth use for surety; such good riches As on these latter lips of womanhood Are sweet as early kisses of a mouth Scented like honey. Keep but fast my side, No time shall hew the planted root away That faith of your dear service sets in me, Nor vi...
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Add this copy of The Tragedies of Algernon Charles Swinburne, Volume 1.. to cart. $53.53, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2012 by Nabu Press.
