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The Faerie Queene, Book II, Canto 12
© Edmund Spenser
THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENEContayningTHE LEGEND OF SIR GUYON,OR OF TEMPERAUNCE
Chinoiserie
© Arthur James Marshall Smith
It is not you, no, madam, whom I love,Nor you either, Juliet, nor you,Ophelia, nor Beatrice, nor that dove,Fair-haired Laura with the big eyes; No.
If I Should Die To-night
© Arabella Eugenia Smith
If I should die to-night,My friends would look upon my quiet faceBefore they laid it in its resting-place,And deem that death had left it almost fair;And, laying snow-white flowers against my hair,Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness,And fold my hands with lingering caress, --Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night!
If I should die to-night,My friends would call to mind with loving thoughtSome kindly deed the icy hands had wrought,Some gentle word the frozen lips had said,Errands on which the willing feet had sped;The memory of my selfishness and pride,My hasty words would all be put aside,And so I should be loved and mourned to-night
