PoemsJ.W. Lovell Company, 1883 - 305 стор. |
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... Sleep ... 27 Aspecta Medusa ... 32 A New Year's Burden ... 38 Even So .... PAGE . 91 95 102 103 105 105 106 41 An Old Song Ended .... 107 56 Down Stream ... 107 70 Wellington's Funeral ... 108 80 World's Worth .... III 83 The Bride's ...
... Sleep ... 27 Aspecta Medusa ... 32 A New Year's Burden ... 38 Even So .... PAGE . 91 95 102 103 105 105 106 41 An Old Song Ended .... 107 56 Down Stream ... 107 70 Wellington's Funeral ... 108 80 World's Worth .... III 83 The Bride's ...
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... sleep should tell to - night . There the dreams are multitudes : Some that will not wait for sleep , Deep within the August woods ; Some that hum while rest may steep Weary labor laid a - heap ; Interludes , Some , of grievous moods ...
... sleep should tell to - night . There the dreams are multitudes : Some that will not wait for sleep , Deep within the August woods ; Some that hum while rest may steep Weary labor laid a - heap ; Interludes , Some , of grievous moods ...
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... sleep , it lies In one gracious form's control , Fair with honorable eyes , Lamps of a translucent soul : O their glance is loftiest dole , Sweet and wise , Wherein Love descries his goal . Reft of her , my dreams are all Clammy trance ...
... sleep , it lies In one gracious form's control , Fair with honorable eyes , Lamps of a translucent soul : O their glance is loftiest dole , Sweet and wise , Wherein Love descries his goal . Reft of her , my dreams are all Clammy trance ...
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... and breathe . Master , bid my shadow bend Whispering thus till birth of light , Lest new shapes that sleep may send Scatter all its work to flight ; — Master , master of the night , Bid it spend 2 LOVE'S NOCTURN . 17.
... and breathe . Master , bid my shadow bend Whispering thus till birth of light , Lest new shapes that sleep may send Scatter all its work to flight ; — Master , master of the night , Bid it spend 2 LOVE'S NOCTURN . 17.
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... Sleep a wedded heart should show , — Silent let mine image go , Its old share Of thy spell - bound air to know . Like a vapor wan and mute , Like a flame , so let it pass ; One low sigh across her lute , One dull breath against her ...
... Sleep a wedded heart should show , — Silent let mine image go , Its old share Of thy spell - bound air to know . Like a vapor wan and mute , Like a flame , so let it pass ; One low sigh across her lute , One dull breath against her ...
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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...