PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 112 pages |
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... thought best to take but five pieces from The Hermitage and other Poems , the only volume published by him , and containing his poetic work previous to 1868 , the date of its appearance from the house of Leypoldt & Holt . When Mr. Sill ...
... thought best to take but five pieces from The Hermitage and other Poems , the only volume published by him , and containing his poetic work previous to 1868 , the date of its appearance from the house of Leypoldt & Holt . When Mr. Sill ...
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... Thought . Nature and her Child . The Foster - Mother . Truth at Last . " Quem Metui Moritura ? ' A Morning Thought · 96 98 100 104 106 107 • • 109 . III POEMS BY EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE VENUS OF MILO .
... Thought . Nature and her Child . The Foster - Mother . Truth at Last . " Quem Metui Moritura ? ' A Morning Thought · 96 98 100 104 106 107 • • 109 . III POEMS BY EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE VENUS OF MILO .
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... thought within the breast The inner beauty of the world hath moved ; In starlight that the dome of evening fills ; On endless waters rounding to the west : For them who thro ' that beauty's veil have loved The soul of all things ...
... thought within the breast The inner beauty of the world hath moved ; In starlight that the dome of evening fills ; On endless waters rounding to the west : For them who thro ' that beauty's veil have loved The soul of all things ...
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... thought , And only look , each night , On some plain work well wrought , Or if a man as right and true might be As a flower or tree ! I would give up all the mind In the prim city's hoard can find- House with its scrap - art bedight ...
... thought , And only look , each night , On some plain work well wrought , Or if a man as right and true might be As a flower or tree ! I would give up all the mind In the prim city's hoard can find- House with its scrap - art bedight ...
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... thought seven years , and then Welcome it coming to you On the way from another's brain and pen , So to judge if it be true . Then would the world be fair , Beautiful as is the past , Whose beauty we can see at last , Since self no more ...
... thought seven years , and then Welcome it coming to you On the way from another's brain and pen , So to judge if it be true . Then would the world be fair , Beautiful as is the past , Whose beauty we can see at last , Since self no more ...
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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.