Songs of East and WestJ. P. Morton, 1906 - 58 pages |
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... come to vex my soul again . No clouded skies on pages ashen - gray Reflect heart - breaking annals of the earth ; The Judas - kisses all have passed away , With all the madness that eclipsed our mirth . Here all the year is April , May ...
... come to vex my soul again . No clouded skies on pages ashen - gray Reflect heart - breaking annals of the earth ; The Judas - kisses all have passed away , With all the madness that eclipsed our mirth . Here all the year is April , May ...
Page 9
... come to kiss me when I choose . They beg me think no more of loves of mine In old - time Aprils there in haunts of ... comes captive though I set no snare ; Yet wines they hand me never bring remorse , The love they lavish never brings ...
... come to kiss me when I choose . They beg me think no more of loves of mine In old - time Aprils there in haunts of ... comes captive though I set no snare ; Yet wines they hand me never bring remorse , The love they lavish never brings ...
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... HEAVEN . I beg the Prophet from his judgment seat To let me steal to Earth from heights above , Once more to test its wine - cup's dear deceit , And taste the bitter honey of its love . OPPORTUNITY . They do me wrong who say I come 12.
... HEAVEN . I beg the Prophet from his judgment seat To let me steal to Earth from heights above , Once more to test its wine - cup's dear deceit , And taste the bitter honey of its love . OPPORTUNITY . They do me wrong who say I come 12.
Page 13
... come . Though deep in mire , wring not your hands and weep ; I lend my arm to all who say " I can ! " No shame - faced outcast ever sank so deep , But yet might rise and be again a man ! Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast ? Dost ...
... come . Though deep in mire , wring not your hands and weep ; I lend my arm to all who say " I can ! " No shame - faced outcast ever sank so deep , But yet might rise and be again a man ! Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast ? Dost ...
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... come , I sometimes meet old comrade - ships I knew ; Ah , how they spurn me as they spurn the scum , And pass me , shamed , and shrinking from their view ! Sometimes at dusk I hear my sailors call , And see their hands up - beckoning ...
... come , I sometimes meet old comrade - ships I knew ; Ah , how they spurn me as they spurn the scum , And pass me , shamed , and shrinking from their view ! Sometimes at dusk I hear my sailors call , And see their hands up - beckoning ...
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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.
Page 3 - SONGS OF EAST AND WEST BY WALTER MALONE JOHN P. MORTON & COMPANY LOUISVILLE COPYRIGHT, 1906 BY WALTER MAI.ONK INDEX.