The Lover's Tale
by Tennyson, Alfred, Lord
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More About The Lover's Tale by Tennyson, Alfred, Lord

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. 1879 edition. Excerpt: ... Iv. THE GOLDEN SUPPER. (Another speaks.') He flies the event: he leaves the event to me: Poor Julian--how he rush'd away; the bells, Those marriage-bells, echoing in ear and heart--But cast a parting glance at me, you saw, As who should say ' Continue.' Well, he had One golden hour--of triumph shall I say? Solace at least--before he left his home. Would you had seen him in that hour of his! He moved thro' all of it majestically--Restrain'd himself quite to the close--but now-- Whether they were his lady's marriage-bells, Or prophets of them in his fantasy, I never ask'd: ' but Lionel and the girl Were wedded, and our Julian came again Back to his mother's house among the pines. But these, their gloom, the mountains and the Bay, The whole land weigh'd him down as 2Etna does The Giant of Mythology: he would go, Would leave the land for ever, and had gone Surely, but for a whisper, ' Go not yet, ' Some warning--sent divinely--as it seem'd By that which follow'd--but of this I deem As of the visions that he told--the event Glanced back upon them in his after life, And partly made them--tho' he knew it not. And thus he stay'd and wonld not look at her--No not for months: but, when the eleventh moon After their marriage lit the lover's Bay, Heard yet once more the tolling bell, and said, Would you could toll me out of life, but found--All softly as his mother broke it to him--A crueller reason than a crazy ear, For that low knell tolling his lady dead--Dead--and had lain three days without a pulse: All that look'd on her had pronounced her dead. And so they bore her (for in Julian's land They never nail a dumb head up in elm), Bore her free-faced to the free airs of heaven, And laid her in the vault of her own kin. What did he then? not die: he is here...

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  • PID: 14135562120
  • ISBN-13: 9783337024024
  • Publisher: Hansebooks
  • Seller: Alibris
    Condition: New.
    Notes: Trade paperback (US). Glued binding. 106 p.