 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
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THE CURSE OF HELL.
To see alone the ugliness and ills,
The baseness and the poverty of earth,
In garden splendour but the spots of dearth,
And only discord in the dancing rills;
The baseness and the poverty of earth,
In garden splendour but the spots of dearth,
And only discord in the dancing rills;
To feel in nought the wonder and the worth,
What every turn of every trifle fills,
No gladness in the very heart of mirth,
No glory in the everlasting hills.
What every turn of every trifle fills,
No gladness in the very heart of mirth,
No glory in the everlasting hills.
To hear no music when the world goes well,
But the fierce jarring of a jealous heart,
That deems a public joy a private smart;
But the fierce jarring of a jealous heart,
That deems a public joy a private smart;
And ne'er to dream what finer issues dwell,
In even what plays a sad and sordid part—
This is the horror and the curse of hell.
In even what plays a sad and sordid part—
This is the horror and the curse of hell.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |