O thou refulgent essence of all grace O thou that with the witchery of thy face Hast made of me thy servant unto death, I pray thee pause, ere, musical of breath
O thou refulgent essence of all grace O thou that with the witchery of thy face Hast made of me thy servant unto death, I pray thee pause, ere, music...
At the commencement of the year 1885, a captivating little volume of poems was mysteriously issued from the "Leadenhalle Presse" of Messrs. Field and Tuer-a quaint, vellum-bound, antique-looking book, tied up on all sides with strings of golden silk ribbon, and illustrated throughout with fanciful wood-cuts. It was entitled "Love Letters by a Violinist," and those who were at first attracted by its title and suggestive outward appearance, untied the ribbons with a certain amount of curiosity. Love-letters were surely of a private, almost sacred character.
At the commencement of the year 1885, a captivating little volume of poems was mysteriously issued from the "Leadenhalle Presse" of Messrs. Field and ...
