Harry Stanley Green's letters and medals, item 14

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No 229 Universal Copyright

 

2 Febry 1914.

There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so

purer than the purest;

And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure

faith the surest;

And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth

of lustre,

Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the

wild-grape cluster?)....

...................

And this woman says "My days were sunless,

And my nights were moonless,

"Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the

lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,

"If you loved me not!" - And I who -

(ah, for words of flame!) adore her!

Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate

palpably before her -

I may enter at her portal soon, as now

her lattice takes me,

And by noontide as by midnight make

her mine, as hers she makes me.

(Browning)

___________________________________________

An answer to "There's no lark about the

house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,

- altho' I like the first part.

Your,

Stanley

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...Text on left margin

No 229 Universal Copyright

 

2 Febry 1914.

There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so

purer than the purest;

And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure

faith the surest;

And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth

of lustre,

Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the

wild-grape cluster?)....

...................

And this woman says "My days were sunless,

And my nights were moonless,

"Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the

lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,

"If you loved me not!" - And I who -

(ah, for words of flame!) adore her!

Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate

palpably before her -

I may enter at her portal soon, as now

her lattice takes me,

And by noontide as by midnight make

her mine, as hers she makes me.

(Browning)

___________________________________________

An answer to "There's no lark about the

house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,

- altho' I like the first part.

Your,

Stanley


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  • March 9, 2017 02:53:00 Cheryl Ellsworth

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    No 229 Universal Copyright

     

    2 Febry 1914.

    There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so

    purer than the purest;

    And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure

    faith the surest;

    And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth

    of lustre,

    Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the

    wild-grape cluster?)....

    ...................

    And this woman says "My days were sunless,

    And my nights were moonless,

    "Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the

    lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,

    "If you loved me not!" - And I who -

    (ah, for words of flame!) adore her!

    Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate

    palpably before her -

    I may enter at her portal soon, as now

    her lattice takes me,

    And by noontide as by midnight make

    her mine, as hers she makes me.

    (Browning)

    ___________________________________________

    An answer to "There's no lark about the

    house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,

    - altho' I like the first part.

    Your,

    Stanley

  • March 9, 2017 02:50:03 Cheryl Ellsworth

    ...Text on left margin

    No 229 Universal Copyright


    2 Febry 1914.

    There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so

    purer than the purest;

    And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure

    faith the surest;

    And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth

    of lustre,

    Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the

    wild-grape cluster?)....

    ...................

    And this woman says "My days were sunless,

    And my nights were moonless,

    "Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the

    lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,

    "If you loved me not!" - And I who -

    (ah, for words of flame!) adore her!

    Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate

    palpably before her -

    I may enter at her portal soon, as now

    her lattice takes me,

    And by noontide as by midnight make

    her mine, as hers she makes me.

                          (Browning)

    An answer to "There's no lark about the

    house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,

    - altho' I like the first part.

    Your,

    Stanley


  • March 9, 2017 02:46:06 Cheryl Ellsworth

    ...Text on left margin

    No 229 Universal Copyright


    2 Febry 1914.

    There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so

    purer than the purest;

    And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure

    faith the surest;

    And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth

    of lustre,

    Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the

    wild-grape cluster?)....

    ...................

    And this woman says "My days were sunless,

    And my nights were moonless,

    "Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the

    lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,

    "If you loved me not!" - And I who -

    (ah, for words of flame!) adore her!

    Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate

    palpably before her -

    I may enter at her portal soon, as now

    her lattice takes me,

    And by noontide as by midnight make

    her mine, as hers she makes me.

                          (Browning)

    An answer to "There's no lark about the

    house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,

    -altho' I like the first part.

    Yours,

    Stanley


  • March 6, 2017 23:28:36 Cheryl Ellsworth

    No 229 Universal Copyright

    2 Febry 1914.

    There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so

    purer than the purest;

    And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure

    faith the surest;

    And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth

    of lustre,

    Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the

    wild-grape cluster?)....

    ...................

    And this woman says "My days were sunless,

    And my nights were moonless,

    "Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the

    lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,

    "If you loved me not!" - And I who -

    (ah, for words of flame!) adore her!

    Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate

    palpably before her -

    I may enter at her portal soon, as now

    her lattice takes me,

    And by noontide as by midnight make

    her mine, as hers she makes me.

                          (Browning)

    An answer to "There's no lark about the

    house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,

    -altho' I like the first part.

    Yours,

    Stanley


  • February 24, 2017 21:49:02 C Weddo

    No 229 Universal Copyright

    2 Febry 1914

    There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so

    purer than the purest;

    And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure

    faith the surest;

    And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth

    of lustre,

    Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the

    wild-grape cluster?)....

    ...................

    And this woman says "My days were sunless,

    And my nights were moonless,

    "Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the

    lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,

    "If you loved me not!" - And I who -

    (ah, for words of flame!) adore her!

    Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate

    palpably before her -

    I may enter at her portal soon, as now

    her lattice takes me,

    And by noontide as by midnight make

    her mine, as hers she makes me.

                          (Browning)

    An answer to "There's no lark about the

    house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,

    -altho' I like the first part.

    Yours,

    Stanley


  • February 24, 2017 21:46:17 C Weddo

    No 229 Universal Copyright

    2 Febry 1914

    There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so

    purer than the purest;

    And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure

    faith the surest;

    And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth

    of lustre,

    Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the

    wild-grape cluster?)....

    ...................

    And this woman says "My days were sunless,

    And my nights were moonless,

    "Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the

    lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,

    "If you loved me not!" - And I who -

    (ah, for words of flame!) adore her!

    Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate

    palpably before her -

    I may enter at her portal soon, as now

    her lattice takes me,

    And by noontide as by midnight make

    her mine, as hers she makes me.

                          (Browning)

    An answer


  • February 24, 2017 21:41:49 C Weddo

    No 229 Universal Copyright

    2 Febry 1914

    There's a woman like a dervdroh, she's so

    purer than the purest;

    And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure

    faith the surest;

    And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth

    of lustre,

    Had i the harebell, while her tresses, (sweeter than the

    wild-grape cluster?)....

    ...................

    And this woman says "My days were sunless,

    And my nights were moonless,

    "Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the

    lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,

    "If you loved me not!" - And I who -

    (ah, for words of flame!) adore her!

    Who am mad to lay my heart prostrate

    halfably before her -

    I may enter at her buvy-al room, as now

    her lattice takes me,

    And by moontide as by midnight make

    her mine, as hers she makes me.

                          (Brinney)


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