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A Pomander Of Verse

Auhtor: E Nesbit

Language: english

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Review by Joanna Daneman, August 2006


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Pomander Of Verse':

Edith Nesbit (married name Edith Bland 15 August 1858 - 4 May 1924) was an English author and poet whose childrens works were published under the name of E. Nesbit. She wrote or collaborated on over 60 books of fiction for children several of which have been adapted for film and television. She was also a political activist and co-founded the Fabian Society a precursor to the modern Labour Party.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Pomander Of Verse':


... a charm To the sweet sorceries that enfold me. Yet lean there still! The hour is ours If we should move the charm might shiver ...
... THE wild wind wails in the poplar tree, I sit here alone. O heart of my heart, come hither to me! Come to me straight ...
... grow, Under the grey sweet-laden apple boughs It is a garden where the roses blow, And honeysuckle covers half the house. O ...
... in me. Thine, thine should be the praise they give My King, who art all praise above, Since but for thee I dream and live, And ...
... shadow on her lips and eyes. In magic rings of green and glistening light Her fairies dance, in star-spun raiment clad, Her people ...
... have learned that tune, quoth I 'I never can forget you, dear!-Good-bye!' A Pomander of Verse V In that far land where ...
... A Pomander of Verse Envoy. Queen of my life, and of the songs I sing, Whose love sets life to such a royal tune This song of parting ...
... our happy woodland way Gray mists go wandering. You have forgotten too, they say Yet, does no stealthy memory creep Among ...
... sad wood, the lone wood, Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and grey, You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood ...
... down. The town is crowded and hard and rough Let those fight in its press who will- But the little churchyard is quiet enough, And there's ...
... the leaves of a shut white roseThat knows not what summer knows Before it is time to die. You, in the sun, up there Where the wild ...
... You are nothing now who once were all to her, Do not call her-let the strangers pass! A Pomander of Verse INDISCRETION RED ...
... and gloomy, as you tell me And dozens flock around your door Who in all points but one excel me. You smile on them, on me you frown, ...
... delight creep through I hear the skylark sing outside I see the crocus, golden new. The pigeons on my window-sill, Winging and wooing, ...
... And yet-your lips ! The God has built him there An altar which has known nor flower nor flame: There may we burn the incense to Love's ...
... And were attempting to forget Your Foster and your Noel Paton.) Love rhymes with Art, said your dear voice, And, at my crude, ...
... r^ole so well That, as I play, you question whether Fate has not taught your jest a spell To bind me to you altogether. The truth ...
... Princess leant, Where the white light butterflies came and went She dropped soft kisses by twos and threes: White butterflies mine, will you ...
... The Gods, she said, with generous hand Give guerdon for thy gifts of cost- Wisdom is thine-to understand The worth of all that ...
... Bland 15 August 1858 - 4 May 1924) was an English author and poet whose children's works were published under the name of E. Nesbit. She wrote or ...