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Title: Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern
Year: 1896 (1890s)
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Publisher: N.Y.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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shows by Leonatos dove-like daughterA falcon by a prince to be possessed, Gay-graced with bells that ever chiming are;In azure of the bright Sicilian water,A billow that has rapt into its breast The swayed reflection of a dancing star! Helen Gray Cone. A VOLUME OF DANTE I lie unread alone; none heedeth me:Day after day the cobwebs are unsweptFrom my dim covers. I have lain and sleptIn dust and darkness for a century.An old forgotten volume I. Yet see! Such mighty words within my heart are keptThat, reading once, great Ariosto weptIn vain despair so impotent to be.And once with pensive eyes and drooping head,Musing, Vittoria Colonna came,And touched my leaves with dreamy finger-tips,Lifted me up half absently, and read; Then kissed the page with sudden tender lips,And sighed, and murmured one beloved name. Caroline Wilder Fellow is. THE LADY POVERTY Tin: Lady Poverty was fair,But she has lost her looks of late,With change of times and change of air. Ah, slattern! she neglects her hair,
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DANTE AND MATILDAFrom Painting hij A. Maignan SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS Her gown, her shoes; she keeps no state,As once when her pure feet were bare. Or â almost worse, if worse can be âShe scolds in parlors, dusts, and trims, Watches and counts. Oh, is this she Whom Francis met, whose step was free,Who with Obedience caroled hymns, In Umbria walked with Chastity ? Where is her ladyhood ? Not here, Not among modern kinds of men;But in the stony fields, where clearThrough the thin trees the skies appear, In delicate spare soil and fen,And slender landscape and austere. Author Unknown. THE MAIDEN AND THE LILY A lily in my garden grew,Amid the thyme and clover;No fairer lily ever blew, Search all the wide world over.Its beauty passed into my heart: I knew twas very silly,But I was then a foolish maid,And it-âa perfect lily. One day a learned man came by, With years of knowledge laden,And him I questioned with a sigh, Like any foolish maiden: âWise sir, please tell me wherein lies â

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