PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 112 pages |
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... keep . Thy garment's fallen folds Leave beautiful the fair , round breast In sacred loveliness ; the bosom deep Where happy babe might sleep ; The ample waist no narrowing girdle holds , 6 The Venus of Milo Where daughters slim might come.
... keep . Thy garment's fallen folds Leave beautiful the fair , round breast In sacred loveliness ; the bosom deep Where happy babe might sleep ; The ample waist no narrowing girdle holds , 6 The Venus of Milo Where daughters slim might come.
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... keep thy train Of worshipers ; me thou dost lure in vain : The inner passion , pure as very fire , Burns to light ash the earthlier desire . ' O greater Aphrodite , unto thee Let me not say farewell . What would Earth be Without thy ...
... keep thy train Of worshipers ; me thou dost lure in vain : The inner passion , pure as very fire , Burns to light ash the earthlier desire . ' O greater Aphrodite , unto thee Let me not say farewell . What would Earth be Without thy ...
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... keep its lore And still be young and one thing more , ― Old earth were fair enough for me . Ah , sturdy world , old patient world ! Thou hast seen many times and men ; Heard jibes and curses at thee hurled From cynic lip and peevish pen ...
... keep its lore And still be young and one thing more , ― Old earth were fair enough for me . Ah , sturdy world , old patient world ! Thou hast seen many times and men ; Heard jibes and curses at thee hurled From cynic lip and peevish pen ...
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... shaft of oat , that knows To grow erect as the great pine grows , And to sway in the wind as well as he- Can I teach it to nod more graciously ? The lark on the mossy rail so nigh , - Field Notes 17 Wary , but pleased if I keep.
... shaft of oat , that knows To grow erect as the great pine grows , And to sway in the wind as well as he- Can I teach it to nod more graciously ? The lark on the mossy rail so nigh , - Field Notes 17 Wary , but pleased if I keep.
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Edward Rowland Sill. Field Notes 17 Wary , but pleased if I keep my place — Who could give a single grace To his flute - note sweet and high , Or help him find his nest hard by ? Can I add to the poppy's gold one bit ? Can I deepen the ...
Edward Rowland Sill. Field Notes 17 Wary , but pleased if I keep my place — Who could give a single grace To his flute - note sweet and high , Or help him find his nest hard by ? Can I add to the poppy's gold one bit ? Can I deepen the ...
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air I breathe Aphrodite azure Beautiful beech-nuts beneath blue BOOK OF HOURS bosom breath calm Christmas in California cloud comes crystal world dare dark darkling dawn deep divine dome dream dust earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL empty eyes face Faith fear feet Field Notes Five Lives flashes floats fool Fool's Prayer Forenoon gleams glimmering gloom grass grow hand hath heart heaven hollow hush infusoria Invisible laughing light lips little female monad's lonely Lord meant to live merry mind monad monk read morning mote naught never night o'er peace pity poems porphyry Praxiteles Redwoods round scorn shine silence smile song soul stars stir sway sweet sword taper's thee thine things thou thrill thro thrush tongues touch the dead tranquil tree truth turn Unto Venus of Milo voice waited watched whispering wind wing Wonderful Thought wondrous word
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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.