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O FAIREST of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet ! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflowered, and now to death devote : Rather, how hast thou yielded to transgress The strict forbiddance, how to violate The sacred fruit forbidden | Some curséd fraud Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown, And me with thee hath ruined, for with thee Certain my resolution is to die. How can I live without thee, how forego Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild woods forlorn ? Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no, no, I feel The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
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And too impatiently stamped with your foot :
“Love's a virtue for heroes —as white as the snow on high hills,
And immortal as every great soul is that strug. gles, endures, and fulfils.
“I love my Walter profoundly, -you, Maude, though you faltered a week,
For the sake of ... what was it? an eyebrow or, less still, a mole on a cheek?
“And since, when all's said, you're too nobleto stoop to the frivolous cant
About crimes irresistible, virtues that swindle, betray, and supplant,
“I determined to prove to yourself that, whate'er you might dream or avow
By illusion, you wanted precisely no more of me than you have now.
“There ! Look me full in the face — in the face. Understand, if you can,
That the eyes of such women as I am are clean as the palm of a man.
“Drop his hand, you insult him. Avoid us for fear we should cost you a scar, –
You take us for harlots, I tell you, and not for the women we are.
xxvi. “You wronged me: but then I considered... there's Walter And so at the end,
I vowed that he should not be mulcted, by me, in the hand of a friend.
“Have I hurt you indeed We are quits then. Nay, friend of my Walter, be mine ! Come, Dora, my darling, my angel, and help me
to ask him to dine.” ELIZABETH BARRETT BRow Nixo.
THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE.
s" In the Parish of St. Neots, Cornwall, is a well, arched over with the robes of four kinds of trees, – withy, oak, elm, and ashand dedicated to St. Keyne. The reported virtue of the water is this, that, whether husband or wife first drink thereof, they get the mastery thereby." – FUM LER.]
A well, there is in the West country,
There is not a wife in the West country