Elblanke: A Tragedy (Classic Reprint) - Tapa blanda

Felts, William B.

 
9781333769482: Elblanke: A Tragedy (Classic Reprint)

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Ikor. Fifteen short summers, Dimon, now have passed Since Lulu came, the priceless gift of Heaven, A living light and Music's own sweet self, To drive my cares away and make me joy. Dimon. Time spent with those we love indeed is short. Ikor. How I have loved her, Dimon, can tongue tell Can this soft organ slumbering in the jaws Speak words which, spoken, even half express The passions and emotions of the soul No, Dimon, all the spirit of the man 19 melted, and the mind with heat is fused, And with the soul dissolved and mixed by passion. Soul, mind and Spirit then sublimely flow In that impetuous torrent we call love. Let but the tongue dyke out this lava river, To mold its subtile fluid into words, It cools perforce and all its life is gone. Dimon. I readily assent to what you say. Love living is the very life of man: He who does live and loves not does not live. The passion love is to the human heart What air and rain and sun and gentle dew Are to the flowers of this land, your state. But pardon me. I beg you to proceed.

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Ikor. Fifteen short summers, Dimon, now have passed Since Lulu came, the priceless gift of Heaven, A living light and Music's own sweet self, To drive my cares away and make me joy. Dimon. Time spent with those we love indeed is short. Ikor. How I have loved her, Dimon, can tongue tell Can this soft organ slumbering in the jaws Speak words which, spoken, even half express The passions and emotions of the soul No, Dimon, all the spirit of the man 19 melted, and the mind with heat is fused, And with the soul dissolved and mixed by passion. Soul, mind and Spirit then sublimely flow In that impetuous torrent we call love. Let but the tongue dyke out this lava river, To mold its subtile fluid into words, It cools perforce and all its life is gone. Dimon. I readily assent to what you say. Love living is the very life of man: He who does live and loves not does not live. The passion love is to the human heart What air and rain and sun and gentle dew Are to the flowers of this land, your state. But pardon me. I beg you to proceed.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Dimon. And is the time so near at hand, my king, That ushers in the great and chief event Of her young life, and knows she not as yet The things this day does hold in store for her I lcor. I've made all ready for the marriage, sir. I did not choose that she should have a care Concerning preparations for this day. She is my daughter and her youth shall be As merry as will be her wedding bells. For when she's wed such cares of life may come As will cause her to look upon this time As one who travels through a desert land Looks back into a green, delicious valley Through which he journeyed ere he struck the waste. Dimon. Great preparations you have made, I know, To celebrate the marriage of the child. The practice of this land is known throughput All regions of this spacious continent. And hither now are come the kings and princes Each heping Fortune will to him award The lovely princess, gem of the whole world. Ikor. And this is in fulfillment of my plans For this I let her travel through the world, To make the world acquainted with her worth. Dimon. The thing you should have done is left undone. I Igor. I trust and hope you are mistaken, sir. Birnon. You should have dropped a plummet in her soul To learn the setting of the currents there, Lest you do place the jewel in a sphere Where uncongeniality will pale Its luster and enshroud it round with gloom. I Icor. Is she your daughter, sir, or is she mine Have you observed her from a little babe Or have I cherished her as my own life She knows her father's love and loves him, too: Her love will teach obedience to her.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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