Songs of East and WestJ. P. Morton, 1906 - 58 pages |
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... hills of sand . Here yawns the red gully , here burns the dead plain , Here hang the sharp rocks , all thirsty for rain . O dove of the desert , so wild and so free , What spot in these barrens is blest unto thee ? Dove of the desert ...
... hills of sand . Here yawns the red gully , here burns the dead plain , Here hang the sharp rocks , all thirsty for rain . O dove of the desert , so wild and so free , What spot in these barrens is blest unto thee ? Dove of the desert ...
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... hills of dreary desert sand ; The ragged sage - brush all is scorched to brown , And gray with dust the mesquite bushes stand . Like grizzled ghosts the cactus thickets lift Their gaunt , gnarled fingers , barbed with spines for claws ...
... hills of dreary desert sand ; The ragged sage - brush all is scorched to brown , And gray with dust the mesquite bushes stand . Like grizzled ghosts the cactus thickets lift Their gaunt , gnarled fingers , barbed with spines for claws ...
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... All earth is happy , like a sweet love - story . Come on , come on , where Youth and Pleasure meet , To crown thee as thou risest in thy glory ! " THE WOOD THRUSH . When sunset lingers over Western hills 44 The Wood Thrush.
... All earth is happy , like a sweet love - story . Come on , come on , where Youth and Pleasure meet , To crown thee as thou risest in thy glory ! " THE WOOD THRUSH . When sunset lingers over Western hills 44 The Wood Thrush.
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Walter Malone. THE WOOD THRUSH . When sunset lingers over Western hills In ashen purple , like an exiled king , Bird answers bird in melancholy trills , — Ah me , that song the wild wood - thrushes sing ! " O perfect day , how soon thy ...
Walter Malone. THE WOOD THRUSH . When sunset lingers over Western hills In ashen purple , like an exiled king , Bird answers bird in melancholy trills , — Ah me , that song the wild wood - thrushes sing ! " O perfect day , how soon thy ...
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... hills are veiled in faded blue ; Dust - clouds obscure the rambling country ways , 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 ...
... hills are veiled in faded blue ; Dust - clouds obscure the rambling country ways , 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 ...
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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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