PoemsMacmillan, 1891 - 450 pages |
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... springs . Through sleep , as through a veü , She sees the sky look pale , And hears the nightingale That sadly sings . Rest , rest , a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast ; Her face is toward the west The purple land . She cannot see ...
... springs . Through sleep , as through a veü , She sees the sky look pale , And hears the nightingale That sadly sings . Rest , rest , a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast ; Her face is toward the west The purple land . She cannot see ...
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... Spring Until sere Autumn's fall ; But now that leaves are withering How should one love at all ? One heart's too small For hunger , cold , love , everything . I loved my love on sunny days Until late Summer's wane ; But now that frost ...
... Spring Until sere Autumn's fall ; But now that leaves are withering How should one love at all ? One heart's too small For hunger , cold , love , everything . I loved my love on sunny days Until late Summer's wane ; But now that frost ...
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... springs have passed since then , as I Count with a sober sorrow ; Seven springs have come and passed me by , And spring sets in to - morrow . I've half a mind to shake myself Free just for once from Londca , To set my work upon the ...
... springs have passed since then , as I Count with a sober sorrow ; Seven springs have come and passed me by , And spring sets in to - morrow . I've half a mind to shake myself Free just for once from Londca , To set my work upon the ...
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... sedge Ghosts of my buried years and friends come back , My heart goes sighing after swallows flown On sometime summer's unreturning track . SPRING QUIET . GONE ONE were but the Winter , 64 FROM SUNSET TO STAR RISE . FROM SUNSET TO STAR ...
... sedge Ghosts of my buried years and friends come back , My heart goes sighing after swallows flown On sometime summer's unreturning track . SPRING QUIET . GONE ONE were but the Winter , 64 FROM SUNSET TO STAR RISE . FROM SUNSET TO STAR ...
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... Spring , I would go to a covert Where the birds sing . Where in the whitethorn Singeth a thrush , And a robin sings In the holly - bush . Full of fresh scents Are the budding boughs Arching high over A cool ... SPRING QUIET . 65 SPRING QUIET.
... Spring , I would go to a covert Where the birds sing . Where in the whitethorn Singeth a thrush , And a robin sings In the holly - bush . Full of fresh scents Are the budding boughs Arching high over A cool ... SPRING QUIET . 65 SPRING QUIET.
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beneath bird blossoms bough breast breath bride buds busk canst Thou say Cherubim cold crown dark dead dear death door dove dream drouth earth Edom evermore eyes face fair Fcap fire flowers fruit glory goblin golden gone green hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hope and fear hour Lady lambs land laugh Laura leaves light lilies live Lizzie look looking-glass Lord Meggan moon morning mother nest never night nightingale pain pale pass praise Ratel rest rose saith sang shadow sigh sight silence sing sister skylark sleep smile snow snowdrops song SONNET sorrow soul Spring stood summer sweet tears tender Thee Thine things thorn Thou to-day to-morrow tree turned Vanity of vanities voice wake watch waterspout weary weep White poppies wind wing word
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Page 1 - Beside the brook, along the glen, She heard the tramp of goblin men, The voice and stir Poor Laura could not hear; Longed to buy fruit to comfort her, But feared to pay too dear.
Page 179 - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
Page 286 - ... and play ; Hearken what the past doth witness and say : Rust in thy gold, a moth is in thine array, A canker is in thy bud, thy leaf must decay. At midnight, at cockcrow, at morning, one certain day Lo, the Bridegroom shall come and shall not delay : Watch thou and pray. Then I answered : Yea. Passing away, saith my God, passing away : Winter passeth after the long delay : New grapes on the vine, new figs on the tender spray, Turtle calleth turtle in Heaven's May. Though I tarry wait for Me,...
Page 147 - ECHO. Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years.
Page 105 - Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that...
Page 148 - My very life again though cold in death: Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago!
Page 229 - ... is in the falling leaf: O Jesus, quicken me. My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious in the barren dusk; My life is like a frozen thing, No bud nor greenness can I see: Yet rise it shall - the sap of spring; O Jesus, rise in me. My life is like a broken bowl, A broken bowl that cannot hold One drop of water for my soul Or cordial in the searching cold; Cast in the fire the perished thing; Melt and remould it, till it be A royal...
Page 248 - Y day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair : But all night as the moon so changeth she ; Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy And subtle serpents gliding in her hair. By day she woos me to the outer air, Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety : But through the night a beast she grins at me. A very monster void of love and prayer.
Page 3 - Covered close lest they should look; Laura reared her glossy head, And whispered like the restless brook: 'Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie, Down the glen tramp little men. One hauls a basket, One bears a plate, One lugs a golden dish Of many pounds weight. How fair the vine must grow Whose grapes are so luscious; How warm the wind must blow Through those fruit bushes.' 'No,' said Lizzie; 'No, no, no, Their offers should not charm us, Their evil gifts would harm us.
Page 3 - One had a cat's face, One whisked a tail, One tramped at a rat's pace, One crawled like a snail, One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry, One like a ratel tumbled hurry skurry. She heard a voice like voice of doves Cooing all together: They sounded kind and full of loves In the pleasant weather.