PoemsJ.W. Lovell Company, 1883 - 305 стор. |
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... poor shade ! Shall it strive , or fade unseen ? How should love's own messenger Strive with love and be love's foe ? Master , nay ! If thus , in her , Sleep a wedded heart should show , — Silent let mine image go , Its old share Of thy ...
... poor shade ! Shall it strive , or fade unseen ? How should love's own messenger Strive with love and be love's foe ? Master , nay ! If thus , in her , Sleep a wedded heart should show , — Silent let mine image go , Its old share Of thy ...
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... poor god , within this hall Where the blank windows blind the wall From pedestal to pedestal , The kind of light shall on thee fall Which London takes the day to be : While school - foundations in the act Of holiday , three files ...
... poor god , within this hall Where the blank windows blind the wall From pedestal to pedestal , The kind of light shall on thee fall Which London takes the day to be : While school - foundations in the act Of holiday , three files ...
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... poor ; And , finding the fixed terms endure Of day and night which never brought Sounds of His coming chariot , Wouldst lift through cloud - waste unexplor'd Those eyes which said , ' How long , O Lord ? ' Then that disciple whom He ...
... poor ; And , finding the fixed terms endure Of day and night which never brought Sounds of His coming chariot , Wouldst lift through cloud - waste unexplor'd Those eyes which said , ' How long , O Lord ? ' Then that disciple whom He ...
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... poor eyes blindfold , why the wings And why the arrow . What I knew I told Of Venus and of Cupid , -strange old tales . And when she heard that he could rule the loves Of men and women , still she shook her head And wondered ; and ...
... poor eyes blindfold , why the wings And why the arrow . What I knew I told Of Venus and of Cupid , -strange old tales . And when she heard that he could rule the loves Of men and women , still she shook her head And wondered ; and ...
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... poor good Love You gave me . ' So she cried herself to sleep . Another later thing comes back to me . ' Twas in those hardest foulest days of all , When still from his shut palace , sitting clean Above the splash of blood , old ...
... poor good Love You gave me . ' So she cried herself to sleep . Another later thing comes back to me . ' Twas in those hardest foulest days of all , When still from his shut palace , sitting clean Above the splash of blood , old ...
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afar Amelotte beneath bitter bower bower's in flower breast breath brow cheek cloud cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream eyes face fain fair fair lord feet fell flame gaze God's golden grace hair hand hath hear heard Hell and Heaven hour John of Tours King kiss knew lady laughed leaned light Lilith lips Little brother look Lord Love's Lungi Mary Mother moan moon neath night Nineveh o'er once pale powers primordial PROSERPINA proud Youth Queen Rose Mary round secret shadow shame sighs sight silence Sister Helen sleep smile song SONNET soul soul's spirit Spring stood sweet Tall Troy's tears tell thee thine thing thou thought throne to-day told Troy Town Troy's on fire turned Twas unto VENUS VICTRIX voice wave White Ship wind wings words Yesterday's son youth
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Сторінка 15 - She ceased. The light thrilled towards her, fill'd With angels in strong level flight. Her eyes prayed, and she smil'd. (I saw her smile.) But soon their path Was vague in distant spheres : And then she cast her arms along The golden barriers, And laid her face between her hands, And wept. (I heard her tears.) LOVE'S NOCTURN.
Сторінка 274 - A SUPERSCRIPTION. LOOK in my face ; my name is Might-have-been ; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen, Mark me, how still I am ! But should there dart One moment through thy soul the soft surprise...
Сторінка 12 - And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the world. Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path ; and now she spoke as when The stars sang in their spheres.
Сторінка 14 - will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, With her five handmaidens, whose names Are five sweet symphonies, Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen, Margaret, and Rosalys.
Сторінка 87 - He sends a ring and a broken coin, Sister Helen, And bids you mind the banks of Boyne.' 'What else he broke will he ever join, Little brother? ' (O Mother, Mary Mother, No, never joined, between Hell and Heaven!) 'He yields you these and craves full fain, Sister Helen, You pardon him in his mortal pain.
Сторінка 275 - ... called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen, Mark me, how still I am ! But should there dart One moment through thy soul the soft surprise Of that winged Peace which lulls the breath of sighs,— Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart...
Сторінка 141 - LIKE the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough, A-top on the topmost twig, — which the pluckers forgot, somehow, — Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.
Сторінка 12 - Nothing : the autumn fall of leaves. The whole year sets apace.) It was the rampart of God's house That she was standing on ; By God built over the sheer depth The which is Space begun ; So high, that looking downward thence She scarce could see the sun.
Сторінка 80 - Ashamed of my own shame, — aghast Because some thoughts not born amiss Rose at a poor fair face like this ? Well, of such thoughts so much I know : In my life, as in hers, they show, By a far gleam which I may near, A dark path I can strive to clear.
Сторінка 13 - I wish that he were come to me, For he will come," she said. " Have I not prayed in Heaven ? — on earth, Lord, Lord, has he not...