The Poetical Works of Edward Rowland SillHoughton, Mifflin, 1906 - 423 pages |
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... SUMMER AFTERNOON A POET'S APOLOGY A PRAYER A DAILY MIRACLE INFLUENCES I 22 124 125 • 127 129 • 131 133 134 135 4 • 136 138 • 140 142 POEMS WRITTEN BETWEEN 1867 AND 1872 A BIRD'S SONG € > 144 145 · 146 147 4 148 CONTENTS ix THE NEWS ...
... SUMMER AFTERNOON A POET'S APOLOGY A PRAYER A DAILY MIRACLE INFLUENCES I 22 124 125 • 127 129 • 131 133 134 135 4 • 136 138 • 140 142 POEMS WRITTEN BETWEEN 1867 AND 1872 A BIRD'S SONG € > 144 145 · 146 147 4 148 CONTENTS ix THE NEWS ...
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... SUMMER RAIN THE BELLOWS - BOY THE NEW YEAR THE TRUANT SPRING . TRANQUILLITY IN A FAR COUNTRY THE WONDERFUL THOUGHT To " THE RADICAL THE INVISIBLE . A DRIFTING CLOUD 149 151 153 • 154 • 157 • 159 160 162 176 178 179 182 186 188 • 4 190 ...
... SUMMER RAIN THE BELLOWS - BOY THE NEW YEAR THE TRUANT SPRING . TRANQUILLITY IN A FAR COUNTRY THE WONDERFUL THOUGHT To " THE RADICAL THE INVISIBLE . A DRIFTING CLOUD 149 151 153 • 154 • 157 • 159 160 162 176 178 179 182 186 188 • 4 190 ...
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... SUMMER Night . HIS NEIGHBOR AS HIMSELF NIGHT AND PEACE THE PHILOSOPHER HIS LOST DAY FULFILLMENT • • THE RETURN TO ARCADIA THE BLOTTED PAGE LIVING BLINDFOLD 365 • 366 367 368 369 370 371 • 373 375 • 380 381 · WIEGENLIED 382 SIBYLLINE ...
... SUMMER Night . HIS NEIGHBOR AS HIMSELF NIGHT AND PEACE THE PHILOSOPHER HIS LOST DAY FULFILLMENT • • THE RETURN TO ARCADIA THE BLOTTED PAGE LIVING BLINDFOLD 365 • 366 367 368 369 370 371 • 373 375 • 380 381 · WIEGENLIED 382 SIBYLLINE ...
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... Summer Afternoon , " with its soft assonances which suggest the influence of Mrs. Browning . The work of this period is worth reading chiefly as showing the course of Sill's development . To it belong practically the whole of the first ...
... Summer Afternoon , " with its soft assonances which suggest the influence of Mrs. Browning . The work of this period is worth reading chiefly as showing the course of Sill's development . To it belong practically the whole of the first ...
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... summer day , With wide blue eyes fixed far away , And small hands clinging each to each . All day she wanders by the sea ; What are the ways of men to her , Whose soul is busy with the stir Of never - resting memory ? For there had ...
... summer day , With wide blue eyes fixed far away , And small hands clinging each to each . All day she wanders by the sea ; What are the ways of men to her , Whose soul is busy with the stir Of never - resting memory ? For there had ...
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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.