PoemsRoberts brothers, 1897 - 300 pages |
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Page 11
... rise , the moon bends her arc , Each glow - worm winks her spark , Let us get home before the night grows dark ; For clouds may gather Though this is summer weather , Put out the lights and drench us through ; Then if we lost our way ...
... rise , the moon bends her arc , Each glow - worm winks her spark , Let us get home before the night grows dark ; For clouds may gather Though this is summer weather , Put out the lights and drench us through ; Then if we lost our way ...
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... RISE . O from me , summer friends , and tarry not : I am no summer friend , but wintry cold , A silly sheep benighted from the fold , A sluggard with a thorn - choked garden plot . Take counsel , sever from my lot your lot , Dwell in ...
... RISE . O from me , summer friends , and tarry not : I am no summer friend , but wintry cold , A silly sheep benighted from the fold , A sluggard with a thorn - choked garden plot . Take counsel , sever from my lot your lot , Dwell in ...
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... Rise above Quibbles and shuffling off and on : Here's friendship for you if you like ; but love , - No , thank you , John . I MAY . CANNOT tell how it was ; you But this I know it came to pass : Upon a bright and breezy day When May was ...
... Rise above Quibbles and shuffling off and on : Here's friendship for you if you like ; but love , - No , thank you , John . I MAY . CANNOT tell how it was ; you But this I know it came to pass : Upon a bright and breezy day When May was ...
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... the rain ; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on , as if in pain : And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set , Haply I may remember , And haply may forget . A DEAD BEFORE DEATH . SONNET . H ! changed SONG . 67.
... the rain ; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on , as if in pain : And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set , Haply I may remember , And haply may forget . A DEAD BEFORE DEATH . SONNET . H ! changed SONG . 67.
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... rise , But it is over as a tale once told . All fallen the blossom that no fruitage bore , All lost the present and the future time , All lost , all lost , the lapse that went before : So lost till death shut - to the opened door , So ...
... rise , But it is over as a tale once told . All fallen the blossom that no fruitage bore , All lost the present and the future time , All lost , all lost , the lapse that went before : So lost till death shut - to the opened door , So ...
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Popular passages
Page 73 - Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Page 73 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face?
Page 34 - Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had...
Page 11 - 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, Wild free-born cranberries, Crab-apples, dewberries, Pine-apples, blackberries, Apricots, strawberries; — All ripe together In summer weather, — Morns that...
Page 63 - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.
Page 7 - Fresh on their mother twigs, Cherries worth getting; You cannot think what figs My teeth have met in, What melons icy-cold Piled on a dish of gold Too huge for me to hold, What peaches with a velvet nap, Pellucid grapes without one seed: Odorous indeed must be the mead Whereon they grow, and pure the wave they drink With lilies at the brink, And sugar-sweet their sap.
Page 4 - 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 trooped the goblin men, With their shrill repeated cry, 'Come buy, come buy.
Page 19 - Ah fool, to choose such part Of soul-consuming care! Sense failed in the mortal strife: Like the watch-tower of a town Which an earthquake shatters down, Like a lightning-stricken mast, Like a wind-uprooted tree Spun about, Like a foam-topped waterspout Cast down headlong in the sea, 520 She fell at last; Pleasure past and anguish past, Is it death or is it life?
Page 92 - BY day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair : But all night as the moon so changeth she ; Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.
Page 12 - Death's door: Then Lizzie weighed no more Better and worse; But put a silver penny in her purse, Kissed Laura, crossed the heath with clumps of furze At twilight, halted by the brook: And for the first time in her life Began to listen and look. Laughed every goblin When they spied her peeping: Came towards her hobbling, Flying, running, leaping, Puffing and blowing, Chuckling, clapping, crowing, Clucking and gobbling, Mopping and mowing...