Goblin Market, The Princes Progress, and Other Poems

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Title: Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems
Author: Christina Rossetti
Release Date: October 26, 2005 [EBook #16950]
Language: English
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The World's Classics
CLXXXIV
Goblin Market?The Prince's Progress?And other poems
By
Christina Rossetti
Humphrey Milford?Oxford University Press?London, Edinburgh, Glasgow?New York, Toronto, Melbourne & Bombay
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Born, 38 Charlotte Street, Portland Place, London, December 5, 1830 Died, 30 Torrington Square, London, December 29, 1894
'Goblin Market and other Poems' was first published in 1862, 'The Prince's Progress and other Poems' was first published in 1866. In 'The World's Classics' the contents of these two books, together with other poems, were first published in one volume in 1913.
To?MY MOTHER?In all reverence and love?I inscribe this book
CONTENTS
GOBLIN MARKET, AND OTHER POEMS, 1862
Goblin Market?In the Round Tower at Jhansi, June 8, 1857?Dream Land?At Home?A Triad?Love from the North?Winter Rain?Cousin Kate?Noble Sisters?Spring?The Lambs of Grasmere, 1860?A Birthday?Remember?After Death?An End?My Dream?Song ('Oh roses for the flush of youth')?The Hour and the Ghost?A Summer Wish?An Apple Gathering?Song ('Two doves upon the selfsame branch')?Maude Clare?Echo?My Secret?Another Spring?A Peal of Bells?Fata Morgana?'No, Thank you, John'?May?A Pause of Thought?Twilight Calm?Wife to Husband?Three Seasons?Mirage?Shut out?Sound Sleep?Song ('She sat and sang alway')?Song ('When I am dead, my dearest')?Dead before Death?Bitter for Sweet?Sister Maude?Rest?The First Spring Day?The Convent Threshold?Up-hill
DEVOTIONAL PIECES?'The Love of Christ which passeth Knowledge'?'A Bruised Reed shall He not Break'?A Better Resurrection?Advent?The Three Enemies?The One Certainty?Christian and Jew?Sweet Death?Symbols?'Consider the Lilies of the Field'?The World?A Testimony?Sleep at Sea?From House to Home?Old and New Year Ditties: No. I?No. II?No. III?Amen
THE PRINCE'S PROGRESS, AND OTHER POEMS, 1866
The Prince's Progress?Maiden-Song?Jessie Cameron?Spring Quiet?The Poor Ghost?A Portrait?Dream-Love?Twice?Songs in a Cornfield?A Year's Windfalls?The Queen of Hearts?One Day?A Bird's-Eye View?Light Love?A Dream?A Ring Posy?Beauty is Vain?Lady Maggie?What would I give??The Bourne?Summer?Autumn?The Ghost's Petition?Memory?A Royal Princess?Shall I Forget??Vanity of Vanities?L. E. L.?Life and Death?Bird or Beast??Eve?Grown and Flown?A Farm Walk?Somewhere or Other?A Chill?Child's Talk in April?Gone for Ever?Under the Rose
DEVOTIONAL PIECES?Despised and Rejected?Long Barren?If only?Dost thou not Care??Weary in Well-doing?Martyrs' Song?After this the Judgement?Good Friday?The Lowest Place
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, 1848-69
Death's Chill Between?Heart's Chill Between?Repining?Sit Down in the Lowest Room?My Friend?Last Night?Consider?Helen Grey?'By the Waters of Babylon'?Seasons?Mother Country?A Smile and a Sigh?Dead Hope?Autumn Violets?'They Desire a Better Country'?The Offering of the New Law?Conference between Christ, the Saints, and the Soul?'Come unto Me'?'Jesus, do I Love Thee?'?'I know you not'?'Before the Paling of the Stars'?Easter Even?Paradise: in a Dream?Within the Veil?Paradise: in a Symbol?Amor Mundi?Who shall deliver Me??If?Twilight Night
GOBLIN MARKET, AND OTHER POEMS, 1862
GOBLIN MARKET
Morning and evening?Maids heard the goblins cry:?'Come buy our orchard fruits,?Come buy, come buy:?Apples and quinces,?Lemons and oranges,?Plump unpecked cherries,?Melons and raspberries,?Bloom-down-cheeked peaches,?Swart-headed mulberries, 10 Wild free-born cranberries,?Crab-apples, dewberries,?Pine-apples, blackberries,?Apricots, strawberries;--?All ripe together?In summer weather,--?Morns that pass by,?Fair eves that fly;?Come buy, come buy:?Our grapes fresh from the vine, 20 Pomegranates full and fine,?Dates and sharp bullaces,?Rare pears and greengages,?Damsons and bilberries,?Taste them and try:?Currants and gooseberries,?Bright-fire-like barberries,?Figs to fill your mouth,?Citrons from the South,?Sweet to tongue and sound to eye; 30 Come buy, come buy.'
Evening by evening?Among the brookside rushes,?Laura bowed her head to hear,?Lizzie veiled her blushes:?Crouching close together?In the cooling weather,?With clasping arms and cautioning lips,?With tingling cheeks and finger tips.?'Lie close,' Laura said, 40 Pricking up her golden head:?'We must not look at goblin men,?We must not buy their fruits:?Who knows upon what soil they fed?Their hungry thirsty roots?'?'Come buy,' call the goblins?Hobbling down the glen.?'Oh,' cried Lizzie, 'Laura, Laura,?You should not peep at goblin men.'?Lizzie covered up her eyes, 50 Covered close lest they should look;?Laura reared her glossy head,?And whispered like the restless brook:?'Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie,?Down the glen tramp little men.?One hauls a basket,?One bears a plate,?One lugs a golden dish?Of many pounds weight.?How fair the vine must grow 60 Whose grapes are so luscious;?How warm the wind must blow?Through those fruit bushes.'?'No,' said Lizzie, 'No, no, no;?Their offers should not charm us,?Their evil gifts would harm us.'?She thrust a dimpled finger?In each ear, shut eyes and ran:?Curious Laura chose to linger?Wondering at each merchant man. 70 One had a cat's face,?One whisked a tail,?One tramped at a rat's pace,?One crawled like a snail,?One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry,?One like a ratel tumbled hurry skurry.?She heard a voice like voice of doves?Cooing all together:?They sounded kind and full of loves?In the pleasant weather. 80
Laura stretched her gleaming neck?Like a rush-imbedded swan,?Like a lily from the beck,?Like a moonlit poplar branch,?Like a vessel at the launch?When its last restraint is gone.
Backwards up the mossy glen?Turned and