The Poetical Works of Edward Rowland SillHoughton, Mifflin, 1906 - 423 pages |
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... CHILD'S STORY · PAGE I 3 5 00 8 9 I 2 16 18 22 26 27 28 30 TO CHILD ANNA . A FABLE TO CHILD ANNA THE CREATION THE FIRST CAUSE SEMELE . CLASS SONG : 1864 THE GAME OF LIFE MAN , THE SPIRIT THE FUTURE THE DEAD PRESIDENT 33 37 39 43 44 46 ...
... CHILD'S STORY · PAGE I 3 5 00 8 9 I 2 16 18 22 26 27 28 30 TO CHILD ANNA . A FABLE TO CHILD ANNA THE CREATION THE FIRST CAUSE SEMELE . CLASS SONG : 1864 THE GAME OF LIFE MAN , THE SPIRIT THE FUTURE THE DEAD PRESIDENT 33 37 39 43 44 46 ...
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... CHILD SARA EASTERN WINTER SLEEPING STARLIGHT A DEAD BIRD IN WINTER SPRING TWILIGHT . 74 109 ΙΙΟ I I I • I 14 117 119 I 20 EVENING THE ORGAN LOST LOVE A MEMORY Life . FERTILITY THREE SONGS THE WORLD'S SECRET SEEMING AND BEING WEATHER ...
... CHILD SARA EASTERN WINTER SLEEPING STARLIGHT A DEAD BIRD IN WINTER SPRING TWILIGHT . 74 109 ΙΙΟ I I I • I 14 117 119 I 20 EVENING THE ORGAN LOST LOVE A MEMORY Life . FERTILITY THREE SONGS THE WORLD'S SECRET SEEMING AND BEING WEATHER ...
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... 1872 AND 1880 THE THINGS THAT WILL NOT DIE A CHILD AND A STAR . REVERIE IS IT SAFE ? FIVE LIVES THE OPEN WINDOW GOOD NEWS SUNDAY 216 219 221 222 • • 224 227 7 229 2 4 4 232 * 1 X CONTENTS PEACE 233 DARE YOU ? • CHRISTMAS IN.
... 1872 AND 1880 THE THINGS THAT WILL NOT DIE A CHILD AND A STAR . REVERIE IS IT SAFE ? FIVE LIVES THE OPEN WINDOW GOOD NEWS SUNDAY 216 219 221 222 • • 224 227 7 229 2 4 4 232 * 1 X CONTENTS PEACE 233 DARE YOU ? • CHRISTMAS IN.
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... CHILD THE FOSTER - MOTHER THE LINKS OF CHANCE Two VIEWS OF IT TO A FACE AT A CONCERT THE THRUSH EVERY - DAY LIFE AT LAST + 234 236 240 242 • 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 FOREST HOME • 250 THE SINGER'S CONFESSION 253 A MYTH OF FANTASY AND ...
... CHILD THE FOSTER - MOTHER THE LINKS OF CHANCE Two VIEWS OF IT TO A FACE AT A CONCERT THE THRUSH EVERY - DAY LIFE AT LAST + 234 236 240 242 • 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 FOREST HOME • 250 THE SINGER'S CONFESSION 253 A MYTH OF FANTASY AND ...
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... 1867 to his cousin , Elizabeth Sill , who survives him . They had no children , which , perhaps , left him more com- pletely free to devote himself , as he was fond of do- xviii BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH ing , to his students , who.
... 1867 to his cousin , Elizabeth Sill , who survives him . They had no children , which , perhaps , left him more com- pletely free to devote himself , as he was fond of do- xviii BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH ing , to his students , who.
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afar azure beauty beneath bird blossoms blue brain breast breath bright CALIFORNIA calm child CLOCKS OF GNOSTER-TOWN cloud COMMENCEMENT POEM dark dawn dead DEAD PRESIDENT deep dream earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL eyes face fading fair feet floating flowers foam Foolish Heart gaze gleam glimmering gloom Gnoster gold golden grass gray hand hast hath hear heart heaven HERMITAGE hills hollow hope hour hush laughing light lips little hour live lonely look monad moon morning neath never night Norns o'er Praxiteles pure quiet round RUBY HEART SCHOOLHOUSE WINDOWS scorn SEMELE shadow SHASTA shine silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul spirit stand stars stir summer sunny sweet swift tell tempest-tost thee thine things thou thought thrush toss touch trees voice wait warm watch waves weary whispers white brook wild wind wings wonder
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Page 245 - 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!
Page 247 - THIS I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream : — There spread a cloud of dust along a plain ; And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords 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...
Page 197 - There is no world beyond this certain drop. Prove me another ! Let the dreamers dream Of their faint dreams, and noises from without, And higher and lower ; life is life enough.
Page 245 - No pity, Lord, could change the heart From red with wrong to white as wool ; The rod must heal the sin: but, Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool!
Page 316 - 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. "There is blest living here, loving and serving, And quest of truth and serene...
Page 198 - t was gone ; the leaf was dry. The little ghost of an inaudible squeak Was lost to the frog that goggled from his stone ; Who, at the huge, slow tread of a thoughtful ox Coming to drink, stirred sideways fatly, plunged, Launched backward twice, and all the pool was still.
Page 273 - Life is a game the soul can play With fewer pieces than men say. Only to grow as the grass grows, Prating not of joys or woes; To burn as the steady hearth-fire burns ; To shine as the star can shine, Or only as the mote of dust that turns Darkling and twinkling in the beam of light divine...
Page 197 - Then swaggering half a hair's breadth, hungrily He seized upon an atom of bug, and fed. One was a tattered monad, called a poet; And with shrill voice ecstatic thus he sang: "Oh, the little female monad's lips! Oh, the little female monad's eyes: Ah, the little, little, female, female monad!
Page 247 - 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 battle-shout Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down, And saved a great cause that heroic day.
Page 34 - Naked from out that far abyss behind us We entered here : No word came with our coming to remind us What wondrous world was near, No hope, no fear. Into the silent, starless Night before us, Naked we glide : No hand has mapped the constellations o'er us, No comrade at our side, No chart, no guide.