Latter-day lyrics, selected, with notes, by W.D. AdamsWilliam Davenport Adams 1878 |
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... Once yet , this poor one time , I will not pray Even to change the bitterness of it , The bitter taste ensuing on the sweet , To make your tears fall where your soft hair lay , All blurred and heavy in some perfumed wise Over my face ...
... Once yet , this poor one time , I will not pray Even to change the bitterness of it , The bitter taste ensuing on the sweet , To make your tears fall where your soft hair lay , All blurred and heavy in some perfumed wise Over my face ...
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... Ah , in that chamber , whose rich air To breathe in thought I scarcely dare , Thinks she- " Auf Wiedersehen ! " ' Tis thirteen years ; once more I press The turf that silences the lane ; I hear the rustle of her dress , I smell XVI .
... Ah , in that chamber , whose rich air To breathe in thought I scarcely dare , Thinks she- " Auf Wiedersehen ! " ' Tis thirteen years ; once more I press The turf that silences the lane ; I hear the rustle of her dress , I smell XVI .
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... this been thus before ? And shall not thus time's eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death's despite , And day and night yield one delight once more ? DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI . MADE another garden , yea , For my new ...
... this been thus before ? And shall not thus time's eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death's despite , And day and night yield one delight once more ? DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI . MADE another garden , yea , For my new ...
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... make . She went up slowly to the gate ; And there , just as of yore , She turned back at the last to wait , And say farewell once more . ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY . H ! were I rich and mighty , With store 30 I MADE ANOTHER garden .
... make . She went up slowly to the gate ; And there , just as of yore , She turned back at the last to wait , And say farewell once more . ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY . H ! were I rich and mighty , With store 30 I MADE ANOTHER garden .
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... once more . Are you too high or too lowly To come at length unto me ? Are you too sweet or too holy For me to have and to see ? Wherever you are , I call you , Ere the falseness of life enthral you , Ere the hollow of death appal you ...
... once more . Are you too high or too lowly To come at length unto me ? Are you too sweet or too holy For me to have and to see ? Wherever you are , I call you , Ere the falseness of life enthral you , Ere the hollow of death appal you ...
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BALLADE beauty bird blossoms blow blue breath bright bring child comes dark dead dear Death delight doth dream earth English eyes face fade fair falling feet flow flowers follow French friends give goes gold golden green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hold hope kiss leaves light lines lips live lonely look Lord Love's meet morning never night o'er once pain pass past play poem poet praise rest rhymes rose round shadow shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit Spring star stay stream summer sweet thee thine things thou Thou art thought tree true voice wait warm weary wild wind wings Winter wonder woods
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28 psl. - I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell : I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, How long ago I may not know : But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, I knew it all of yore.
140 psl. - PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control That o'er thee swell and throng ; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he, who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. Faith's meanest deed more favour bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade.
147 psl. - Ah! when at last we lie with tranced breath, Not vexing Thee in death, And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys, How weakly understood Thy great commanded good, Then, fatherly not less Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay, Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say, 'I will be sorry for their childishness.
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112 psl. - The moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve. How my face, your flower, had pursed Its petals up; so, here and there You brush it, till I grow aware Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.
208 psl. - ... 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,...
170 psl. - With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone, The islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know. But when the moon their hollows lights, And they are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens, on starry nights, The nightingales divinely sing; And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the sounds and channels pour Oh ! then a longing like despair Is to their farthest caverns sent ; For surely once, they...
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224 psl. - Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible, The murmur of the earth's own shell. Secret continuance sublime Is the sea's end: our sight may pass No furlong further. Since Time was This sound hath told the lapse of time.