Songs of East and WestJ. P. Morton, 1906 - 58 pages |
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... half withheld , then given , Its lover's quarrels , crushed beneath a kiss , Its fond farewells , that make a hell seem heaven . I love the world , —its spice of doubts and fears , Its sugared fictions , hiding heartless truth , Its ...
... half withheld , then given , Its lover's quarrels , crushed beneath a kiss , Its fond farewells , that make a hell seem heaven . I love the world , —its spice of doubts and fears , Its sugared fictions , hiding heartless truth , Its ...
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... Old monks beat into shape for pious need ; Here fired with zeal , yet half in doubt and fear , Three thousand red men chose the white man's creed . SAN GABRIEL MISSION . Around the rectory door frail roses 18 San Gabriel Mission.
... Old monks beat into shape for pious need ; Here fired with zeal , yet half in doubt and fear , Three thousand red men chose the white man's creed . SAN GABRIEL MISSION . Around the rectory door frail roses 18 San Gabriel Mission.
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... half unseen , An odorous oleander haunts the dusk . The moon seems fallen from her throne on high , So clear and close she comes to earthly view , And in the blue corolla of the sky Canopus quivers like a drop of dew . A - thrill with ...
... half unseen , An odorous oleander haunts the dusk . The moon seems fallen from her throne on high , So clear and close she comes to earthly view , And in the blue corolla of the sky Canopus quivers like a drop of dew . A - thrill with ...
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... youth ( for youth alone Can make the friendships that are sure to last ) Soothe once again the heart half turned to stone , With old enchantments that I thought were past . IN AN OLD LIBRARY . Here , like a pirate 47 In an Old Library.
... youth ( for youth alone Can make the friendships that are sure to last ) Soothe once again the heart half turned to stone , With old enchantments that I thought were past . IN AN OLD LIBRARY . Here , like a pirate 47 In an Old Library.
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... Half hiding teams and wagons straggling through . Hour after hour the heat grows more intense ; An angry wasp drums on the window pane ; A panting peacock on the old rail fence Peeps at the skies as though he prayed for rain . An old ox ...
... Half hiding teams and wagons straggling through . Hour after hour the heat grows more intense ; An angry wasp drums on the window pane ; A panting peacock on the old rail fence Peeps at the skies as though he prayed for rain . An old ox ...
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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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