Songs of East and WestJ. P. Morton, 1906 - 58 pages |
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... 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 or June , With bud and blossom free ...
... 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 or June , With bud and blossom free ...
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... skies , the palm's imperial crest Lifts plumes forever free from winter snows ; No frost shall ever blight the lily's breast , Nor dim the glory of the ardent rose . Remember , while that flower is free from frost , That bud forever ...
... skies , the palm's imperial crest Lifts plumes forever free from winter snows ; No frost shall ever blight the lily's breast , Nor dim the glory of the ardent rose . Remember , while that flower is free from frost , That bud forever ...
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... Their blaze of glory stills the speech , Their brilliance blinds the eyes ; What Tyrian tints , what heavenly hues , Like flaming sunset skies ! IN A TROPICAL GARDEN . No Northern violet opens here 38 In a Tropical Garden.
... Their blaze of glory stills the speech , Their brilliance blinds the eyes ; What Tyrian tints , what heavenly hues , Like flaming sunset skies ! IN A TROPICAL GARDEN . No Northern violet opens here 38 In a Tropical Garden.
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... to swell , and peaks to soar , When man and maid no longer woo and wed ; When starry skies proclaim their God no more , - Not till that day shall Poesie be dead . IN AN OLD LIBRARY . In this old farmhouse garret 46 The Death of Poetry.
... to swell , and peaks to soar , When man and maid no longer woo and wed ; When starry skies proclaim their God no more , - Not till that day shall Poesie be dead . IN AN OLD LIBRARY . In this old farmhouse garret 46 The Death of Poetry.
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... cobwebbed cellars stored , Here burn the suns of long - forgotten years ; To - day I revel in their precious hoard Of love and laughter , gladness , grief and tears . DROUGHT . The pale white skies hang in an ashen 48.
... cobwebbed cellars stored , Here burn the suns of long - forgotten years ; To - day I revel in their precious hoard Of love and laughter , gladness , grief and tears . DROUGHT . The pale white skies hang in an ashen 48.
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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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