PoemsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1887 - 112 pages |
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... , As if those earnest eyes could see Some glorious thing far off , to which thy hand Invisibly stretched onward seems to be . From thy white forehead's breadth of calm , the hair The Venus of Milo 5 Sweeps lightly , as a.
... , As if those earnest eyes could see Some glorious thing far off , to which thy hand Invisibly stretched onward seems to be . From thy white forehead's breadth of calm , the hair The Venus of Milo 5 Sweeps lightly , as a.
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... loved The soul of all things beautiful the best . For lying broad awake , long ere the dawn , Staring against the dark , the blank of space Opens immeasurably , and thy face The Venus of Milo Wavers and glimmers there and is.
... loved The soul of all things beautiful the best . For lying broad awake , long ere the dawn , Staring against the dark , the blank of space Opens immeasurably , and thy face The Venus of Milo Wavers and glimmers there and is.
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... thing more , Old earth were fair enough for me . Ah , sturdy world , old patient world ! Thou hast seen many times and men ; Heard jibes and curses at thee hurled From cynic lip and peevish pen . But give the mother once her due : Were ...
... thing more , Old earth were fair enough for me . Ah , sturdy world , old patient world ! Thou hast seen many times and men ; Heard jibes and curses at thee hurled From cynic lip and peevish pen . But give the mother once her due : Were ...
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... things too good to keep . Sweet eyes with home's contentment filled , As in the smouldering coals they peer , Haply some wondering pictures build Of how I keep my Christmas here . 36 Christmas in California Before me , on the wide.
... things too good to keep . Sweet eyes with home's contentment filled , As in the smouldering coals they peer , Haply some wondering pictures build Of how I keep my Christmas here . 36 Christmas in California Before me , on the wide.
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... thing ? Ah , word of trust , His child ! That child Who brought to earth the life divine , Tells me the Father's pity mild Scorns not even such a gift as mine . I am His creature , and His air I breathe , where'er my feet may stand ...
... thing ? Ah , word of trust , His child ! That child Who brought to earth the life divine , Tells me the Father's pity mild Scorns not even such a gift as mine . I am His creature , and His air I breathe , where'er my feet may stand ...
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Æons Aphrodite azure beautiful bird blue BOOK OF HOURS bosom breast breath calm child Christmas Day Christmas in California cloud dare dark darkling dawn dead deep divine dome dream dull EDWARD ROWLAND SILL eyes face Faith fear feet Field Notes Five Lives flashes flower Fool's Prayer frog gleam glimmering gloom grass grow hand hath heart heaven hollow hour Hush laughing light lips lonely Medicean's mind mist monad morning naught never night o'er Old earth peace pity poems Praxiteles Redwoods round scorn shadow shine silent Sill sing sleep smile soft song soul sound stars sway sweet thee thine things thou art Thou hast thrill thro thrush tongues touch tranquil tree truth TRUTH AT LAST turn unto Venus of Milo vision voice wait weep whispering wild wild things wind wing wise Wonderful Thought wondrous Words
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Page 63 - Tis by our follies that so long We hold the earth from heaven away. "These clumsy feet, still in the mire, Go crushing blossoms without end; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heart-strings of a friend.
Page 111 - THOUGHT. j|HAT if some morning, when the stars were paling, And the dawn whitened, and the East was clear, Strange peace and rest fell on me from the presence Of a benignant Spirit standing near : And I should tell him, as he stood beside me, " This is our Earth — most friendly Earth, and fair ; Daily its sea and shore through sun and shadow Faithful it turns, robed in its azure air...
Page 33 - Has Time grown sleepy at his post, And let the exiled Summer back, Or is it her regretful ghost, Or witchcraft of the almanac ? While wandering breaths of mignonette In at the open window come, I send my thoughts afar, and let Them paint your Christmas Day at home.
Page 63 - T is not by guilt the onward sweep Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay; 'T is by our follies that so long We hold the earth from heaven away.
Page 16 - World, wise old world, What may man do for thee ? Thou that art greater than all of us, What wilt thou do to me ? This glossy curve of the tall grass-spear — Can I make its lustrous green more clear ? This tapering shaft of oat, that knows To grow erect as the great pine grows, And to sway in the wind as well as he — Can I teach it to nod more graciously ? The lark on the mossy rail so nigh...
Page 62 - The royal feast was done; the King Sought some new sport to banish care, And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool, Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!" The jester doffed his cap and bells, And stood the mocking court before; , They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore. He bowed his head, and bent his knee Upon the monarch's silken stool; His pleading voice arose: "O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool! 'No pity, Lord, could change the heart From red with wrong to white as wool: The...
Page 20 - Life is a game the soul can play With fewer pieces than men say. Only to grow as the grass grows, Prating not of joys or woes ; To burn as the steady hearth-fire burns ; To shine as the star can shine, Or only as the mote of dust that turns Darkling and twinkling in the beam of light divine...
Page 70 - I am a lost illusion. Some strange spell Once made your friend there, with his fine disdain Of fact, conceive me perfect. He would fain (But could not) see me always, as befell His dream to see me, plucking asphodel, In saffron robes, on some celestial plain. All that I was he marred and flung away In quest of what I was not, could not be, — Lilith, or Helen, or Antigone.
Page 61 - T is not in endless striving, Thy quest is found : Be still and listen ; Be still and drink the quiet Of all around. Not for thy crying, Not for thy loud beseeching, Will peace draw near : Rest with palms folded ; Rest with thine eyelids fallen — Lo ! peace is here.
Page 44 - A prince's banner Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. A craven hung along the battle's edge, And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel — That blue blade that the king's son bears, — but this Blunt thing — !" he snapt and flung it from his hand, And lowering crept away and left the field.