Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider), 1856-1925 / 2008-08-02 00:00:00

EBOOK DAWN ***


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DAWN
BY
H. RIDER HAGGARD

1884

"Our natures languish incomplete;
Something obtuse in this our star
Shackles the spirit's winged feet;
But a glory moves us from afar,
And we know that we are strong and fleet."
Edmund Ollier.

"Once more I behold the face of her
Whose actions all had the character
Of an inexpressible charm, expressed;
Whose movements flowed from a centre of rest,
And whose rest was that of a swallow, rife
With the instinct of reposing life;
Whose mirth had a sadness all the while
It sparkled and laughed, and whose sadness lay
In the heaven of such a crystal smile
That you longed to travel the self-same way
To the brightness of sorrow. For round her breathed
A grace like that of the general air,
Which softens the sharp extremes of things,
And connects by its subtle, invisible stair
The lowest and the highest.
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