Living English Poets MDCCCXCIII.Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, 1893 - 285 psl. |
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... the laughter and the fun ; The Grandam sleeps , and peaceful be her dream ; Only a hammer on an anvil rings ; The day is dying - still the Blackbird sings . XIII Now the good Vicar passes from his gate Serene 4 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
... the laughter and the fun ; The Grandam sleeps , and peaceful be her dream ; Only a hammer on an anvil rings ; The day is dying - still the Blackbird sings . XIII Now the good Vicar passes from his gate Serene 4 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
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XIII Now the good Vicar passes from his gate Serene , with long white hair ; and in his eye Burns the clear spirit that hath conquer'd fate , And felt the wings of immortality ; His heart is throng'd with great imaginings , And tender ...
XIII Now the good Vicar passes from his gate Serene , with long white hair ; and in his eye Burns the clear spirit that hath conquer'd fate , And felt the wings of immortality ; His heart is throng'd with great imaginings , And tender ...
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... passing to his slaves : The snake feeds on the charmer's breath , The vulture screams , the parrot raves , The lone hyena laughs and howls , The tiger from the jungle growls . Then mounts the eagle - flame - flecked folds Belt its proud ...
... passing to his slaves : The snake feeds on the charmer's breath , The vulture screams , the parrot raves , The lone hyena laughs and howls , The tiger from the jungle growls . Then mounts the eagle - flame - flecked folds Belt its proud ...
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... pass Through the ribbed fret - work with low sigh or moan , Lament enough ; let them lament alone , Counting the sere leaves of the innumerous grass With thin , soft sound like one prolonged- " alas ! " Spread thou thy hands on sun ...
... pass Through the ribbed fret - work with low sigh or moan , Lament enough ; let them lament alone , Counting the sere leaves of the innumerous grass With thin , soft sound like one prolonged- " alas ! " Spread thou thy hands on sun ...
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... pass from one world fresh into another , Ere change hath lost the charm of soft regret ; And feel the immortal impulse from within Which makes the coming , life , cry alway , on ! And follow it while strong , is heaven's last mercy ...
... pass from one world fresh into another , Ere change hath lost the charm of soft regret ; And feel the immortal impulse from within Which makes the coming , life , cry alway , on ! And follow it while strong , is heaven's last mercy ...
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April loves BABETTE Bassarid beneath birds Blackbird sings blow blue Born breath bright buds cold dark dawn dead dear lass death deep doth dream Drowsietown drowsy earth eyes face fair feet fire flowers forget garden gleam gold golden grass green grey grow hair hands hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hour Jehane KATHARINE TYNAN kissed ladies of St laughed leaves light lips live Long Trail-the trail Lord love's lover morning night nightingale NORMAN GALE o'er old trail Ozana pain pass Phyllida rain RICHARD LE GALLIENNE ringdove road to Mandalay ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN rose round shadows skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul spring stars strong summer sundew sweet thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things thrushes trees unto VIEUXBOIS voice wake watch weary weep wet bows WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE wind wings
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46 psl. - A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight ? They will not keep you standing at the door.
47 psl. - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
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244 psl. - I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky ; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies...
140 psl. - For the stars and the winds are unto her As raiment, as songs of the harp-player ; For the risen stars and the fallen cling to her, And the southwest-wind and the west-wind sing.
161 psl. - All are at one now, roses and lovers, Not known of the cliffs and the fields and the sea; Not a breath of the time that has been, hovers In the air now soft with a summer to be. Not a breath shall there sweeten the seasons hereafter Of the flowers or the lovers that laugh now or weep, When as they that are free now of weeping and laughter We shall sleep.
140 psl. - And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
245 psl. - O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid, I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
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