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...ich backcloth of ?THE CURSE OF KALI?. In this turbulent setting are a man and a woman whose destinies are inextricably linked, their love yearning to flower despite every obstacle. For more information visit http://www.audreyblankenhagen.co.uk. ...

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... familiar to Helen. The house was set in an enormous garden with manicured lawns and well- tended flower beds. A raised verandah running right round ... ...ck some blooms for the tall Benares brass vase in the Hall. There seemed to be a dearth of fresh flowers in the house, despite the well-stocked gard... ... saw astonishment in Gavin’s eyes and then joy as he came towards her. He transferred the trug of flowers impatiently from her hands to the floor an... ...ntemplate his love’s resting place. Helen detected a faint smell of joss sticks and noticed fresh flower petals strewn near the bench. ‘How strange... ... the bench. ‘How strange!’ exclaimed Isabel looking at the petals. ‘Someone has obviously placed flowers here recently. No doubt the Nawab’s family ... ...t to inspect the banqueting room. Gavin had thought of everything, even to the ordering of fresh flowers for delivery on the wedding morning: it see... ...evon set in the foothills of the Himalayas. It had low wooden beams, gleaming brassware and fresh flowers on the net - curtained window sills and bl... ...te to admit the carriage. Beyond the walls was a beautiful garden with fountains, scented shrubs, flower beds and proud peacocks in Audrey Blankenh... ...was empty: there were only the flickering lights of the clay lamps and the Goddess garlanded with flowers sitting impassively on her dais. Helen was...

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...ty reasons for her national and social status. She should be the last fine flower—blooming alone, for the fullest attestation of her freedom—of an “ol... ...ce of nymphs and fauns circling round a bland Hermes and crowning him with flowers. One’s main anxiety, for each one’s agents, is that the air of each... ... was in presence of. That occasion indeed, for everything that straightway flowered in it, would be worthy of high com- memoration; Densher’s percepti... ...young person who wasn’t really young, who didn’t pretend to be a sheltered flower, she as rationally gave. That—she was promptly clear about it—was no... ...had afterwards found out, that they had taken for a summer; the other, the flower of the flock, a middy on the Britannia, dreadfully drowned, and not ... ...ve got nearer the luxuriant tribe of which the rare creature was the final flower, the immense ex- travagant unregulated cluster, with free-living anc... ...of names, across the table, the shape of the forks, the arrangement of the flowers, the attitude of the ser- vants, the walls of the room, were all to... ...egant representation. That was why they pounced, at city gates, on deputed flower-strew- ing damsels; that was why, after effigies, processions and ot... ...for them into a splendid cluster, an offering like an armful of the rarest flowers. They were in presence of the offering—they had been led up to it; ...

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... of which the meadows were the lawns, the giant trees marking the colossal flower beds. When the sun’s rays at noon poured straight downward the shado...

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...us and all our fathers; and now unto this day ceaseth not his enduring warfare upon the flowers of all families and the hopes of all hearts. Oh, and ...

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...NDINE* ............................................................................................................................... 13 TO THE SAME FLOWER ...................................................................................................................................... 14 CHARACTER of the HAPPY WARRIOR ....................................................

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.......................................................... 13 TO THE SAME FLOWER ....................................................................... ...6 Poems in Two V olumes, V ol. One Be Violets in their secret mews The flowers the wanton Zephyrs chuse; Proud be the Rose, with rains and dews ... ...tten by the morning ray, I see thee rise alert and gay, Then, chearful Flower! my spirits play With kindred motion: ... ...iful Creature, That is gentle by nature? Beneath the summer sky From flower to flower let him fly; 30 ’Tis all... ... Long as there are Violets, They will have a place in story: There’s a flower that shall be mine, ’Tis the little Celandine. Eyes of some men ... ... I’m as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little flower!—I’ll make a stir Like a great Astronomer. Modest, yet withal an... ...soever mean it be, But ’tis good enough for thee. Ill befal the yellow Flowers, Children of the flaring hours! ... ...ll sing, as doth behove, Hymns in praise of what I love! TO THE SAME FLOWER Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet: ... ...s of mold 20 All about with full-blown flowers, Thick as sheep in shepherd’s fold! With the proudest Thou art ...

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...LEY OF CAUTERETZ ............................................................................................................................. 56 THE FLOWER ............................................................................................................................................................. 57 REQUIESCAT..................................................

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...................................................................... 56 THE FLOWER ....................................................................... ...ach ear To listen: unawares they flitted off, Busying themselves about the flowerage That stood from our a stiff brocade in which, The meteor of a spl... ...silence—free of alms her hand— The hand that robed your cottage-walls with flowers Has often toil’d to clothe your little ones; How often placed upon ... ...s gone. III. Willy, my beauty, my eldest-born, the flower of the flock; Never a man could fling him: for Willy stood like a ro... ... bare was dead before he was born, Shadow and shine is life, little Annie, flower and thorn. 48 Tennyson XVI. That was the f... ... XXVI. So Willy has gone, my beauty, my eldest-born, my flower; But how can I weep for Willy, he has but gone for an hour,— Gone fo... ... craft would shoot From havens hid in fairy bowers, With naked limbs and flowers and fruit, But we nor paused for fruit nor flowers. ... ..., The voice of the dead was a living voice to me. 57 Enoch Arden, &c. THE FLOWER Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flow... ... went Thro’ my garden-bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o...

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...o woo him. "Thrice fairer than myself," thus she began, "The field’s chief flower, sweet above compare, Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man, M... ...heavenly moisture, air of grace; Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers, So they were dew’d with such distilling showers. Look! how a bir... ... let not advantage slip; Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather’d in their prime Rot and consume themselves i... ...will aspire. 8 "Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie; These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me; T wo strengthless doves will draw me ... ...An image like thyself, all stain’d with gore; Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head. "Wh... ...ill curse thee for this stroke; They bid thee crop a week, thou pluck’st a flower. Love’s golden arrow at him should have fled, And not Death’s eb... ...onted lily white With purple tears, that his wound wept, was drench’d No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf, or weed, But stole his blood and s... ...ow? what canst thou boast Of things long since, or anything ensuing? The flowers are sweet, their colors fresh and trim; But true-sweet beauty liv... ... from her sight, And in his blood that on the ground lay spill’d, A purple flower sprung up, chequer’d with white; Resembling well his pale cheeks, ...

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...................................... 138 SONG OF PROSERPINE WHILE GATHERING FLOWERS ON THE PLAIN OF ENNA. ......................... 140 HYMN OF APOLLO.... ...f peace and pity fell like dew _20 On flowers half dead;—thy lips did meet Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw ... ... on the ashen clouds, and on the points Of the far level grass and nodding flowers And the old dandelion’s hoary beard, ... ...This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower,— Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, _5... ...eams Visit the hidden buds, or dreamless sleep Holds every future leaf and flower;—the bound _90 With which from that detested trance they ... ...nd fears, Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, Is laid asleep in flowers. _5 ANO ANO ANO ... ...8. 8. 8. 8. 8. By all the happy see in children’s growth— That undeveloped flower of budding years— _30 Sweetness and sadnes... ...y to Sophia Stacey, dated March 7, 1820. 1. 1. 1. 1. 1. The odour from the flower is gone Which like thy kisses breathed on me; The colour from the fl... ...w moves nor murmurs not. _65 Ay, many flowering islands lie In the waters of wide Agony: To such a one this morn ...

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...oyed Each other room’s dear personality. The heavy scent of damp, funereal flowers,— The very essence, hush-distilled, of Death— Has strangled that ha... ...know, you held it up for me to see And flushed because I looked not at the flower, But at your face; and when behind my look You saw such unmistakable... ...hind my look You saw such unmistakable intent You laughed and brushed your flower against my lips. (You were the fairest thing God ever made, I think.... ...t sure, Even, if it was white or pink; for then ’T was much like any other flower to me, Save that it was the first. I did not know, Then, that it was... ... synonyms. What now—what now to me Are all the jabbering birds and foolish flowers That clutter up the world? You were my song! Now, let discord screa... ...utter up the world? You were my song! Now, let discord scream! You were my flower! Now let the world grow weeds! For I shall not Plant things above yo... ...t thou love song? My minstrels shall attend thee all day long. Or sigh for flowers? My fairest gardens stand Open as fields to thee on every hand. And... ...ll ill I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eye... ...II III III III III Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, And all the flowers that in the springtime grow, And dusty roads, and thistles, and th...

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...he little chamber, the scenes of her happy play. She saw herself gathering flowers and planting them, unknowing why they wilted and would not grow, de... ... a lute, to read in secret a romance of chivalry, to pluck the petals of a flower, discover what gift her father would make her on the feast of the Bl... ...re precious to the countess; their union was so strengthened that like two flowers on one twig they bent to the same wind, and lifted their heads with... ...e. The habit of meditation had taught him to droop his head like a fragile flower, and the attitude was in keeping with his per- son; it was like the ... ...exhaustible and tranquil joys of the young man’s solitary and dreamy life. Flowers, ravishing creatures whose destiny resembled his own, were his love... ...editations which kept him motionless for hours together before his smiling flowers—those sweet compan- ions!—or crouching in a niche of the rocks befo... ...xplaining his pleasure to himself, the slender lines on the petals of dark flowers, the delicacy of their rich tunics of gold or purple, green or azur... ... woman. For the time being, his mother gave him the love and the caresses; flowers and books entranced his soli- tude; his little kingdom of sand and ... ...e melancholy moaning of the sea since sundown, suddenly burst forth. “Dear flower of my life!” said the mother, kissing her son. “You were taken from ...

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...ether or not this blessed spot Is blest in every way? Now it may be, the flower for me Is this beneath my nose; How shall I tell, unless I smell ... ...attic bleak and cold, Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to Such things as flowers and song and you; Still as of old his being give In Beauty’s name, ... ...y’s name, while she may live, Beauty that may not die as long As there are flowers and you and song. T T T T To S. M. o S. M. o S. M. o S. M. o ...

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... from Swe- den by the river floods, together with ocean waifs, shells, and flowers of the sea driven in by tempests, whether of the Pole or T ropics. ... ...ert. Presently they reached an open space, carpeted with turf and moss and flowers, where no foot had ever trod. “Oh, the pretty saeter!” cried Minna,... ...egetation ceases here, it is true,” said Seraphitus. “These few plants and flowers are due to that sheltering rock which protects the meadow from the ... ...he polar winds. Put that tuft in your bosom, Minna,” he added, gathering a flower,—”that balmy creation which no eye has ever seen; keep the solitary ... ...hat balmy creation which no eye has ever seen; keep the solitary matchless flower in memory of this one matchless morning of your life. You will find ... ...ereal and fugitive, gave something as it were celestial to that mysterious flower, which Seraphitus sadly contemplated, as though it uttered plaintive... ...comes not.’ The sun says: ‘If my rays shine upon her she will perish, poor flower.’ Friend of the flower, he sends his beams through the oak leaves, h... ...o weep. I am alone. I resign myself, and I wait.” Seraphitus looked at the flowery mound on which he had seated Minna; then he turned and faced the fr... ...ey bring refreshment to the soul; the skies are about to open and shed the flowers of spring upon the earth. See, a gleam is darting from the pole. Le...

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...waiting my appearance, very bulky and placid, holding a beautiful bunch of flowers in his thick hand. He offered them to my notice with a faint, sleep... ...ose, and as he sat down noiselessly he breathed out the opinion that a few flowers improved notably the ap- pearance of a ship’s saloon. He wondered w... .... He wondered why I did not have a shelf fitted all round the skylight for flowers in pots to take with me to sea. He had a skilled workman able to fi... ... a perpetual mess of mould and dead vegetable matter. “Rear most beautiful flowers,” he insisted with an upward glance. “It’s no trouble really.” “Oh,... ...in them; but I did not mean my compunction to carry me as far as Jacobus’s flower-beds, however beautiful and old. He added, with a certain homeliness... ...was really a magnificent garden: smooth green lawns and a gorgeous maze of flower-beds in the foreground, displayed around a basin of dark water frame... ...hadows fell across the beds, and in shady nooks, the massed colours of the flowers had an extraordinary magnificence of effect. I stood entranced. Jac... ...ng through the garden in the deep, rich glow of light and the splendour of flowers. Then, coming to the end of her reverie, she looked round and up. I... ...ther lands. The walled garden full of shadows blazed with colour as if the flowers were giving up the light absorbed during the day. The amazing old w...

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...ng Walter showed the house, Greek, set with busts: from vases in the hall Flowers of all heavens, and lovelier than their names, Grew side by side; a... ...flying terms, But missed the mignonette of Vivian-place, The little hearth-flower Lilia. Thus he spoke, Part banter, part affection. ... ...ut the town; Found a still place, and plucked her likeness out; Laid it on flowers, and watched it lying bathed In the green gleam of dewy-tasselled t... ...frieze, with ample awnings gay Betwixt the pillars, and with great urns of flowers. The Muses and the Graces, grouped in threes, Enringed a billowing ... ...thing of the frame, the rock, The star, the bird, the fish, the shell, the flower, Electric, chemic laws, and all the rest, And whatsoever can be taug... ...colours gayer than the morning mist, The long hall glittered like a bed of flowers. How might a man not wander from his wits Pierced through with eyes... ... talked to thus: Y et will we say for children, would they grew Like field-flowers everywhere! we like them well: But children die; and let me tell yo... ... we rode a league beyond, And, o’er a bridge of pinewood crossing, came On flowery levels underneath the crag, Full of all beauty. ‘O how sweet’ I sa... ...nd gemlike eyes, And gold and golden heads; they to and fro Fluctuated, as flowers in storm, some red, some pale, All open-mouthed, all gazing to the ...

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... his black violin-case he hurried down the street, then halted to pity the flowers massed pallid under the gaslight of the market-hall. For himself, t... ...t wonderful thing on earth, and her small hands, silken and light as wind- flowers, would be his tomorrow, along with the sea and the downs. He clung ... ...It was no time; it was Romance, going back to T ristan. Women, like crocus flowers, in white and blue and laven- der, moved gaily. Everywhere fluttere... ...a heaving below him. He looked round, and the sea was blue as a periwinkle flower, while gold and white and blood- red sails lit here and there upon t... ...to her. His eyes were dark blue, showing the fibrils, like a purple-veined flower at twilight, and somehow, mysteriously, joy seemed to quiver in the ... ...melted in his blood, and his blood ran bright for her. His dreams were the flowers of his blood. Hers were more detached and inhuman. For cen- turies ... ... the chair beside her, leaning forward, his hands hanging like two scarlet flowers listless in the fire glow, near to her, as she knelt on the hearth,... ... near to her, as she knelt on the hearth, with head bowed down. One of the flowers awoke and spread towards her. It asked for her mutely. She was fasc... ...had given him this new soft beauty. She was the earth in which his strange flowers grew. But she herself wondered at the flowers produced of her. He w...

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...e! But, oh! till then a clod am I: No seed within to throw up flowers: All’s drouthy to the fountain dry: T o empty stomachs... ...d went forth gaily, as a martial queen to certain conquest; and of all the flowers that nodded to the setting,—yea, the crimson, purple, pure white, s... ...son, purple, pure white, streaked-yellow, azure, and saffron, there was no flower fairer in its hues than Bhanavar, nor bird of the heavens freer in i... ...head of the valley, and across the meadows, through the blushing crowds of flowers, baths of freshest scents, cool breezes that awoke in the nostrils ... ...n the glades of golden green and the glens of iron blackness, and the wild flowers, wild blossoms, and weeds well known to her that would not let her ... ...re that had before it a grass-plot, and behind a garden with fountains and flowers, and grass- knolls shaded by trees; and he paid down the half of it... ... We two unite, love, Earth has no sour to me; Life is a flower to me! And with the increase of every day their passion increased, a... ...s, But her sweet face is beaming day, A bounteous interblush of flowers: A dewy brilliance in a dale of bowers. 47 George Meredith T... ...Then turned she aside, and sang musingly: I came to his arms like the flower of the spring, And he was my bird of the radiant wing: He ...

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...ather soberly and primly—without curls, or other ornament, except a single flower. It was an exotic of rare beauty, and as fresh as if the hothouse ga... ...as fresh as if the hothouse gardener had just clipt it from the stem. That flower has struck deep root into my memory. I can both see it and smell it,... ... Shall I run out and pluck you some roses? No, no, Mr. Coverdale; the only flower here abouts is the one in my hair, which I got out of a greenhouse ... ...ok ing at herself in the glass, and perceiving that her one mag nificent flower had grown rather languid (probably by being exposed to the fervency ... ...ave befitted the bounteous nature of this beautiful woman to scatter fresh flowers from her hand, and to revive faded ones by her touch. Nevertheless,... ..., betokening habitual seclusion from the sun and free atmo sphere, like a flower shrub that had done its best to blossom in too scanty light. To comp... ... I noticed—and wondered how Zenobia contrived it—that she had always a new flower in her hair. And still it was a hot house flower,—an outlandish flow... ... in her hair. And still it was a hot house flower,—an outlandish flower,—a flower of the tropics, such as appeared to have sprung passionately out of ... ... soil the very weeds of which would be fervid and spicy. Unlike as was the flower of each successive day to the pre ceding one, it yet so assimilated...

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...rdens of Willey Green, currant- bushes were breaking into leaf, and little flowers were com- ing white on the grey alyssum that hung over the stone wa... ...bliterated. In the opening of the doorway was a shower of fine foliage and flowers, a whiteness of satin and lace, and a sound of a gay voice saying: ... ...near to receive her, looking with zest at the stooping blond head with its flower buds, and at the deli- cate, white, tentative foot that was reaching... ... cried the vulgar women below, carried sud- denly into the sport. She, her flowers shaken from her like froth, was steadying herself to turn the angle... ...s were ringing, making the air shake. Ursula wondered if the trees and the flowers could feel the vibration, and what they thought of it, this strange... ...ng cake that towered up in the middle of the table shedding its artificial flowers. ‘He has no pain, but he feels tired,’ replied Winifred, the girl w... ... the meal. Several men strolled out into the garden. There was a lawn, and flower-beds, and at the boundary an iron fence shutting off the little fiel... ...m some crayons, won’t you?’ he said, ‘so that they can make the gynaecious flowers red, and the androgynous yellow. I’d chalk them in plain, chalk in ... ...ssion to record. What’s the fact?—red little spiky stig- mas of the female flower, dangling yellow male catkin, yel- low pollen flying from one to the...