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Title: Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern
Year: 1896 (1890s)
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Publisher: N.Y.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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-threads. Oft she turned her glance upon them, Softly smiling at their play.All the while her busy needle Pricking in and out its way;From the open casement gazing, Where the landscape lay in view,Striving from her silken treasures To portray each varied hue. (<Nay, I cannot, sighed she sadly, As the threads dropped from her hold,w Cannot match that steely sapphire, Or that line of burnished gold.How it sparkles as it stretches Straight as any lance across!Never hint of such a lustre Lives within my brightest floss! <(Ah, that blaze of splendid color! I could kneel with folded hands,As I watch it slowly dying Off the emerald pasture-lands.How my crimson pales to ashen In this flood of sunset hue,Mocking all my poor endeavor, Foiling all my skill can do!w As they heard her sigh, the childrenPressed around their mothers knees: « Nay w — they clamored — « where in AntwerpAre there broideries such as these ? Why, the famous master, Rubens, Craves the piece we think so rare,—
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THE ABDUCTION OF HELENFrom a Painting by 11. von Deutsch 16783 SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS Asks our fathers leave to paint itFlung across the Emperors chair! ((How ye talk! — she smiled. Yet often, As I draw my needle through,Gloating oer my tints, I fancy I might be a painter too:I, a woman, wife, and mother, What have I to do with Art!Are not ye my noblest pictures ? Portraits painted from my heart! (< Yet I think, if midst my seven One should show the masters bent,—One should do the things I dream of,— All my soul would rest content.Straight the four-year-old Antonio Answered, sobbing half aloud: —B I will be your painter, painting Pictures that shall make you proud! Quick she snatched this youngest darling, Smoothing down his golden hair,Kissing with a crazy rapture Mouth and cheek and forehead fair —Saying mid her sobbing laughter, (< So! my baby! you would likeTo be named with Flemish Masters, Rembrandt, Rubens, and — Van Dyck!* Margaret J. Preston. HELENA I am Hele

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