Harry Stanley Green's letters and medals, item 14

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

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  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

  
  

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• 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

  
  

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• 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

  
  

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• 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

  
  

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• 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

  
  

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• 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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