PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 112 pages |
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... hears a homesick soul Thereafter , till he follow it to heaven . Larger than mortal woman I see thee stand , With beautiful head bent forward steadily , As if those earnest eyes could see Some glorious thing far off , to which thy hand ...
... hears a homesick soul Thereafter , till he follow it to heaven . Larger than mortal woman I see thee stand , With beautiful head bent forward steadily , As if those earnest eyes could see Some glorious thing far off , to which thy hand ...
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... hears The west wind's mocking laughter when he turns , Shivering in mist of ocean's sullen tears . It is the Medicean : well I know The arts her ancient subtlety will show ; 8 The Venus of Milo The stubble - field she.
... hears The west wind's mocking laughter when he turns , Shivering in mist of ocean's sullen tears . It is the Medicean : well I know The arts her ancient subtlety will show ; 8 The Venus of Milo The stubble - field she.
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... hear A murmuring of music near ; And this is what it seemed to say : IV . Old earth , how beautiful thou art ! Though restless fancy wander wide And sigh in dreams for spheres more blest , Save for some trouble , half - confessed , Some ...
... hear A murmuring of music near ; And this is what it seemed to say : IV . Old earth , how beautiful thou art ! Though restless fancy wander wide And sigh in dreams for spheres more blest , Save for some trouble , half - confessed , Some ...
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... hear , Shall gladden the earth and bring the golden year . VIII . Just now a spark of fire Flashed from a builder's saw On the ribs of a roof a mile away . His has been the better day , Gone not in dreams , nor even the subtle desire ...
... hear , Shall gladden the earth and bring the golden year . VIII . Just now a spark of fire Flashed from a builder's saw On the ribs of a roof a mile away . His has been the better day , Gone not in dreams , nor even the subtle desire ...
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... hear , felt thrilling through the ground . No stir nor call the sacred hush profanes ; Save when from some bare tree - top , far on high , Fierce disputations of the clamorous cranes Fall muffled , as from out the upper sky . So still ...
... hear , felt thrilling through the ground . No stir nor call the sacred hush profanes ; Save when from some bare tree - top , far on high , Fierce disputations of the clamorous cranes Fall muffled , as from out the upper sky . So still ...
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Page 62 - The royal feast was done; the King Sought some new sport to banish care, And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool, Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!" The jester doffed his cap and bells, And stood the mocking court before; , They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore. He bowed his head, and bent his knee Upon the monarch's silken stool; His pleading voice arose: "O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool! 'No pity, Lord, could change the heart From red with wrong to white as wool: The...
Page 44 - Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. A craven hung along the battle's edge, And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel — That blue blade that the king's son bears, — but this Blunt thing!" he snapt and flung it from his hand, And lowering crept away and left the field. Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead, And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand, And ran and snatched it, and with...
Page 64 - Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all ; But for our blunders— oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall. ' Earth bears no balsam for mistakes ; Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool That did his will ; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool...
Page 27 - Forenoon, and afternoon, and night ! — Forenoon, And afternoon, and night ! — Forenoon, and — what ? The empty song repeats itself. No more ? Yea, that is Life : make this forenoon sublime, This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer, And Time is conquered, and thy crown is won.
Page 63 - Tis by our follies that so long We hold the earth from heaven away. "These clumsy feet, still in the mire, Go crushing blossoms without end; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heart-strings of a friend.
Page 49 - Tradition, handed down for hours and hours, Tells that our globe, this quivering crystal world, Is slowly dying. What if, seconds hence, When I am very old, yon shimmering dome Come drawing down and down, till all things end...
Page 111 - What if some morning, when the stars were paling, And the dawn whitened, and the East was clear, Strange peace and rest fell on me from the presence Of a benignant Spirit standing near : And I should tell him, as he stood beside me, "This is our Earth — most friendly Earth, and fair; Daily its sea and shore through sun and shadow Faithful it turns, robed in its azure air : 'Author unknown.
Page 33 - CHRISTMAS IN CALIFORNIA CAN this be Christmas — sweet as May, With drowsy sun, and dreamy air, And new grass pointing out the way For flowers to follow, everywhere ? Has Time grown sleepy at his post, And let the exiled Summer back, Or is it her regretful ghost, Or witchcraft of the almanac...
Page 63 - These clumsy feet, still in the mire, Go crushing blossoms without end; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heart-strings of a friend. "The ill-timed truth we might have kept — Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung? The word we had not sense to say — Who knows how grandly it had rung! "Our faults no tenderness should ask. The chastening stripes must cleanse them all; But for our blunders — oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall. "Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;...
Page 63 - T is not by guilt the onward sweep Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay; 'T is by our follies that so long We hold the earth from heaven away.