Retrospective Reviews: 1891-1893J. Lane, 1896 |
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Page 106 - Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay: Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay? On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
Page 262 - GARDEN A GARDEN is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot — The veriest school Of peace; and yet the fool Contends that God is not — Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool? Nay, but I have a sign: Tis very sure God walks in mine.
Page 59 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, " Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay...
Page 181 - ... frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass, and simply for those moments
Page 190 - WHEN the dumb Hour, clothed in black, Brings the Dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back, Silent Voices of the dead, Toward the lowland ways behind me, And the sunlight that is gone! Call me rather, silent voices, Forward to the starry track Glimmering up the heights beyond me On, and always on!
Page 105 - Ever the faith endures, England, my England: — "Take and break us ; we are yours, England, my own! Life is good, and joy runs high Between English earth and sky: Death is death ; but we shall die To the Song on your bugles blown, England — To the stars on your bugles blown!
Page 89 - When mine eyes had wept for some while, until they were so weary with weeping that I could no longer through them give ease to my sorrow, I bethought me that a few mournful words might stand me instead of tears. And therefore I proposed to make a poem, that weeping I might speak therein of her for whom so much sorrow had destroyed my spirit ; and I then began "The eyes that weep.
Page 32 - By this he knew she wept with waking eyes : That, at his hand's light quiver by her head, The strange low sobs that shook their common bed, Were called into her with a sharp surprise, And strangled mute, like little gaping snakes, Dreadfully venomous to him. She lay Stone-still, and the long darkness flowed away With muffled pulses. Then, as midnight makes Her giant heart of Memory and Tears Drink the pale drug of silence, and so beat Sleep's heavy measure, they from head to feet Were moveless, looking...
Page 111 - I have read in a book," he said, 'and that was told to me, 'And this I have thought that another man thought of a Prince in Muscovy.' The good souls flocked like homing doves and bade him clear the path, And Peter twirled the jangling keys in weariness and wrath. 'Ye have read, ye have heard, ye have thought...
Page 131 - Mong the blossoms white and red — Look up, look up. I flutter now On this flush pomegranate bough. See me! 'tis this silvery bill Ever cures the good man's ill. Shed no tear!