Songs of Adieu: A Little Book of "finalé and Farewell."Thomas B. Mosher, 1893 - 63 psl. |
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Alice Meynell London AMY LEVY Andrew Lang Anonymous APRIL'S FLOWERS ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY Arthur Symons Augusta Webster Austin Dobson beauty Beckele Berkeley BELLE Berkeley OF CALIFORNIA BIRDS WERE SONGLESS breast breath bride-betroth'd bright CALIFORNIA Berkeley LIBRARY CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Carabas CASTELLO chill Cynara days of love dead dear delight desolate doth eyes F. W. BOURDILLON fair faithful to thee FAREWEL AREWELL FINIS COMES forget garden gold gone good-bye Grass of Parnassus grave hair Heaven home your sheaves jasmin-flower JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS JOHN PAYNE kiss lark light lips Live lonely look'd LOST LOVE Louise love's Mary F memory Mignonne mists NEC VIOLAE SEMPER never old passion Owen Meredith pale PASSERETTA BRUNA peace PEARL Poems scordar sere sing sleep SONGS OF ADIEU soul Stephen Phillips Sweetheart tears thine things thou art thought tide UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA Verse of Augusta wash These wastes wave
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xlvi psl. - I cried for madder music and for stronger wine. But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara ! the night is thine ; And I am desolate and sick of an old pass1on. Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
xiii psl. - neath the cypress trees together, In that lost land, in that soft clime, In the crimson evening weather; Of that muslin dress (for the eve was hot) And her warm white neck in its golden chain...
xlvi psl. - I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, all the time, because the dance was long: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
xiv psl. - Which she used to wear in her breast. It smelt so faint, and it smelt so sweet, It made me creep, and it made me cold ! Like the scent that steals from the crumbling sheet Where a mummy is half unrolled.
ii psl. - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
xxvi psl. - AS, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour Out by the low sand spaces, The parting waves slip back to clasp the shore With lingering embraces, — So in the tide of life that carries me From where thy true heart dwells, Waves of my thoughts and memories turn to thee With lessening farewells ; Waving of hands ; dreams, when the day forgets ; A care half lost in cares ; The saddest of my verses ; dim regrets ; Thy name among my prayers. I would the day might come, so waited for, So patiently besought,...
xlvi psl. - LAST night ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
xlvi psl. - All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat, Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay; Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, When I awoke and found the dawn was gray: I have been faithful to thee, Cynaral in my fashion.
xv psl. - But I will marry my own first love, With her primrose face, for old things are best; And the flower in her bosom, I prize it above The brooch in my lady's breast. The world is filled with folly and sin, And love must cling where it can, I say; For beauty is easy enough to win — But one isn't loved every day.
xv psl. - Had brought her back from the grave again, [With the jasmine in her breast. She is not dead, and she is not wed! But she loves me now, and she loved me then! And the very first word that her sweet lips said, My heart grew youthful again.