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BABETTE Bassarid beneath bird Born boughs breast breath bright brow CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI dark dead death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet fire flowers Godmar grass green grow hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hounds of spring Jehane King kiss laughed leave light lips live look Maenad morn murmur never night nightingale o'er Ozana pain pale PHILIP JAMES BAILEY powers of Pain rain Registan rest RICHARD WATSON DIXON rose round SCHOLAR GIPSY shadows shines shore silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound stars stept stood stream strive strong summer sundew sweet thee thine things THOMAS WOOLNER thou art thou hast thought thro Thyiades To-morrow tree turn turn'd VIEUXBOIS Ville-d'Avray Vizier voice vrom wake waves weep wild Wilt thou wind wings
Сторінка 125 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All men ignored in me, This I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Сторінка 121 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Сторінка 117 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Сторінка 125 - Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be: Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.
Сторінка 183 - A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight ? They will not keep you standing at the door.
Сторінка 122 - Youth ended, I shall try My gain or loss thereby; Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: And I shall weigh the same, Give life its praise or blame: Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old.
Сторінка 167 - From his late sobbing wet. And I, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head, He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a...
Сторінка 254 - The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there was weeping, Haply, of lovers none ever will know, Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping Years ago. Heart handfast in heart as they stood, 'Look thither,
Сторінка 145 - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertax'd, its palsied hearts, was rife — Fly hence, our contact fear!