Selected PoemsJames R. Osgood and Company, 1876 - 218 psl. |
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... rock or tree . Saadi , so far thy words shall reach : Suns rise and set in Saadi's speech ! ' And thus to Saadi said the Muse : Eat thou the bread which men refuse ; Flee from the goods which from thee flee ; Seek nothing , - Fortune ...
... rock or tree . Saadi , so far thy words shall reach : Suns rise and set in Saadi's speech ! ' And thus to Saadi said the Muse : Eat thou the bread which men refuse ; Flee from the goods which from thee flee ; Seek nothing , - Fortune ...
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... me good . Go , keep your cheek's rose from the rain , For teeth and hair with shopmen deal ; My swarthy tint is in the grain , The rocks and forest know it real . The wild air bloweth in our lungs , The keen THE ROMANY GIRL.
... me good . Go , keep your cheek's rose from the rain , For teeth and hair with shopmen deal ; My swarthy tint is in the grain , The rocks and forest know it real . The wild air bloweth in our lungs , The keen THE ROMANY GIRL.
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... Highways for me through the rock . 6 Now , deceived , thou wanderest In strange lands unblest ; And my kindred come to soothe me . Southwind is my next of blood ; - He is come through fragrant wood , Drugged with spice HERMIONE . 95.
... Highways for me through the rock . 6 Now , deceived , thou wanderest In strange lands unblest ; And my kindred come to soothe me . Southwind is my next of blood ; - He is come through fragrant wood , Drugged with spice HERMIONE . 95.
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... rock - ledges , and there learn A little hut suffices like a town . I make your sculptured architecture vain , Vain beside mine . I drive my wedges home , And carve the coastwise mountain into caves . Lo ! here is Rome , and Nineveh ...
... rock - ledges , and there learn A little hut suffices like a town . I make your sculptured architecture vain , Vain beside mine . I drive my wedges home , And carve the coastwise mountain into caves . Lo ! here is Rome , and Nineveh ...
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... rock . I thank the joyful juice For all I know ; Winds of remembering Of the ancient being blow , And seeming - solid walls of use Open and flow . Pour , Bacchus the remembering wine ; Retrieve the loss 118 BACCHUS .
... rock . I thank the joyful juice For all I know ; Winds of remembering Of the ancient being blow , And seeming - solid walls of use Open and flow . Pour , Bacchus the remembering wine ; Retrieve the loss 118 BACCHUS .
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73 psl. - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near ; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; The vanished gods to me appear ; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out ; When me they fly, I am the wings ; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
155 psl. - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter " Little Prig. Bun replied, " You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
16 psl. - The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost.
58 psl. - In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool. Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
186 psl. - TERMINUS. IT is time to be old, To take in sail : The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said : ' No more ! No farther shoot Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root. Fancy departs : no more invent ; Contract thy firmament To compass of a tent.
203 psl. - My angel his name is Freedom Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing.
13 psl. - Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity; Again I saw, again I heard. The rolling river, the morning bird; Beauty through my senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole.
70 psl. - Tis mine, my children's and my name's. How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees! How graceful climb those shadows on my hill! I fancy these pure waters and the flags Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize; And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.
11 psl. - She melted into purple cloud, She silvered in the moon ; She spired into a yellow flame ; She flowered in blossoms red; She flowed into a foaming wave ; She stood Monadnoc's head. Thorough a thousand voices Spoke the universal dame : " Who telleth one of my meanings,
15 psl. - Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste her lids, To gaze upon the Pyramids...