The Lady of Lipari |
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Author:
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ISBN: | 978-0-217-95378-8 |
Publication Date: | Aug 2009 |
Publisher: | General Books LLC
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Book Format: | Paperback |
List Price: | USD $14.14 |
Book Description:
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The fisher, ' Grant the saints ye find full fast The man ye seek ' The rocks that crown the sea They scale, and up with heed the wounded bear, Then straight to sleep or wakeful watch repair. END OF CANTO II. chapter{{Section 4CANTO III. A Fisher bark is bounding o'er the brine The bulging sail bears down...
More DescriptionPurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The fisher, ' Grant the saints ye find full fast The man ye seek ' The rocks that crown the sea They scale, and up with heed the wounded bear, Then straight to sleep or wakeful watch repair. END OF CANTO II. chapter{{Section 4CANTO III. A Fisher bark is bounding o'er the brine The bulging sail bears down the quivering mast Loud creak the cords, as pants to reach the sign Of rest a steed that long has followed fast A wearied way for gleaming full in sight Lies Tunis town, and fronts the morning light A wight well wont, I trow, such craft to steer The tiller turns, while women twain beside His strong right hand are set. In goodly gear And rich, though something worn by time and tide, A warrior form doth hold the left; and two Stout fishers in the prow are all the crew. The maiden next the poop is bending low, Like one who hears soft music far away. Bright burns her cheek, as in the after-glow Of former joys she deemed were dark for aye. Hope's self to her no trembling bliss can bring So breaks the summer's heat a breath from spring But now her head is raised with sudden start? She scans the lessening main with eager eyes, That yet from its desire doth hold her heart . He marks her well who worn or listless lies In front, with head on hand and scar-seamed face, Nor turns his glance from her a moment's space. He speaks: ' Good friend ere yet an hour be past I trow we gain the town.' He answers ' Ay, Who holds the helm; ' yet ere the skiff be fast, To that strange shore, methinks 'twere best a way Were found to seek this friend, if friend he be, For nought we know.' ' Nay little fear have we, ' The maid replies, ' for in the Paynim land We all are kith and kin. And well he knew Whose aid we seek, how..