Songs of East and WestJ. P. Morton, 1906 - 58 pages |
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... Saint Augustine . The Everglades A Night in Cuba . Noon in the Tropics . · . A Mexican Wayside Station At the Cathedral of Mexico . In a Tropical Garden . Beside the Danube ` . . At the Paris Morgue The Wood Thrush • The Death of Poetry ...
... Saint Augustine . The Everglades A Night in Cuba . Noon in the Tropics . · . A Mexican Wayside Station At the Cathedral of Mexico . In a Tropical Garden . Beside the Danube ` . . At the Paris Morgue The Wood Thrush • The Death of Poetry ...
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... saints , Brought centuries past from convent - cells of Spain ; Stern - browed and formal , in their vivid paints They hold their own as empires wax and wane . This quaint baptismal font of copper here , Old monks beat into shape for ...
... saints , Brought centuries past from convent - cells of Spain ; Stern - browed and formal , in their vivid paints They hold their own as empires wax and wane . This quaint baptismal font of copper here , Old monks beat into shape for ...
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... hangs decayed ; Though the star must sink in gloom , Though I soon shall seek the tomb ; - Let us go with gladsome look , God's hand leading , mountain brook . SAINT AUGUSTINE . Saint Augustine , Saint Augustine , What 27.
... hangs decayed ; Though the star must sink in gloom , Though I soon shall seek the tomb ; - Let us go with gladsome look , God's hand leading , mountain brook . SAINT AUGUSTINE . Saint Augustine , Saint Augustine , What 27.
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Walter Malone. SAINT AUGUSTINE . Saint Augustine , Saint Augustine , What memories come to me , While treading down your quaint old streets , Along the tropic sea ! Where old Fort Marion rears his walls Of mouldering shells and sand ...
Walter Malone. SAINT AUGUSTINE . Saint Augustine , Saint Augustine , What memories come to me , While treading down your quaint old streets , Along the tropic sea ! Where old Fort Marion rears his walls Of mouldering shells and sand ...
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... saint Whose wooden feet long in this niche have stood ; Poor little doll ! Your lips , through gaudy paint , Seem saying " I would help you if I could . " O wooden saint , outside , on yonder square , The Inquisition fixed its fearful ...
... saint Whose wooden feet long in this niche have stood ; Poor little doll ! Your lips , through gaudy paint , Seem saying " I would help you if I could . " O wooden saint , outside , on yonder square , The Inquisition fixed its fearful ...
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A-thrill Art thou aster BESIDE THE DANUBE Bird answers bird blaze blest bliss bloom blossom boughs breath brown burning cactus Cæsar CAPTURED BATTLESHIP CARROLL VANCE clasp cloud Danube River dark dead dear desert Dove dreams DROUGHT Earth everlasting fade far-off feet flame flee flit float flowers forever forever free forever young free from winter glorious glory glow gold golden gray green hands hang heart a hell kiss lantana leaf Linger lover's lute MEXICAN WAYSIDE STATION mirth morning never NIGHT IN CUBA noon old-time Oleanders OMAR IN HEAVEN once orchids PASADENA past peerless precious purple rain Rhine Saint Augustine SAN GABRIEL MISSION sand scarlet sigh sing skies SONGS OF EAST soon soul sweet swing tell thee thou tread tropic twilight UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN wait and wait wild mountain brook wings withered WOOD THRUSH wooden saint yellow young youth
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Page 13 - Wail not for precious chances passed away, Weep not for golden ages on the wane! Each night I burn the records of the day; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all who say,
Page 13 - I can!" No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise and be again a man! Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast? Dost reel from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell. Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven. Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell. Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven.
Page 13 - To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire wring not your hands and weep, I lend my arm to all who say, "I can!" No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise and be again a man! Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast? Dost reel from righteous retribution's blow? Then turn from blotted archives of the past And find the future's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee...
Page 46 - ... we agree with one of his sonnets contained therein : The Death of Poetry. They tell us that the poet's day is past, That song no more shall gush from human heart ; They tell us all the old dreams must depart, The old ideals by the way be cast. What babbling folly! Frailest dreams outlast The noisy jargon of the mightiest mart, Great empires crumble, yet the realm of Art Unconquered, glorious, stands forever fast. When spring comes not in triumph as of yore, When earth's last rose her last sweet...
Page 46 - ... so soon, so soon! The orange odors soon must faint, The lemon blossoms soon must die, The mocking-bird must end his plaint, Magnolias, fading, flutter by. Then come, sweet mate, Before it be too late! While Youth is blissful, Love divine, O maiden of the flower-like face, be mine, be mine, be mine! THE DEATH OF POETRY They tell us that the poet's day is past, That Song no more shall gush from human heart; They tell us all the old dreams must depart, The old ideals by the way be cast. What babbling...
Page 58 - All men are my brothers, the world is my home. Wherever we meet, on sea or on sod, We are brethren of Christ, we are children of God. They may prattle of Codes, or prate of their Creeds — I care not for these, but for brotherly deeds.
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