|Publisher:||Pbshop.Co.UK Ltd DBA Echo Library|
|Edition description:||Reprint of an Earlier ed.|
|Product dimensions:||6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.31(d)|
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Bid me live, Edith ! Let me slake Thirst at your presence ! Fear no slips: 'Tis your slave shall pay, while his soul endures, Full due, love's whole debt, summum jus. My queen shall have high observance, planned Courtship made perfect, no least line 140 Crossed without warrant. There you stand, Warm too, and white too : would this wine Had washed all over that body of yours, Ere I drank it, and you down with it, thus ! ABT VOGLER. (after He Has Been Extempor1z1ng Upon The Mus1cal 1nstrument Of H1s 1nvent1on.) Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, Claiming each slave of the sound, at a touch, as when Solomon willed Armies of angels that soar, legions of demons that lurk, Man, brute, reptile, fly, alien of end and of aim, Adverse, each from the other heaven-high, hell- deep removed, Should rush into sight at once as he named the ineffable Name, And pile him a palace straight, to pleasure the princess he loved! Would it might tarry like his, the beautiful building of mine, This which my keys in a crowd pressed and importuned to raise ! 1o Ah, one and all, how they helped, would dispart now and now combine, Zealous to hasten the work, heighten their master his praise'! And one would bury his brow with a blind plunge down to hell, Burrow awhile and build, broad on the roots of things, Then up again swim into sight, having based me my palace well, Founded it, fearless of flame, flat on the nether springs. And another would mount and march, like the excellent minion he was, Ay, another and yet another, one crowd but with many a crest, Raising my rampired walls of gold as transparent as glass, Eager to doand die, yield eac...