Living English Poets MDCCCXCIII.Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, 1893 - 285 psl. |
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... turns with love unto his Wife , With love who turns with hope unto his Child . II Oh ! if no faces were beheld on earth , But toiling Manhood , and repining Age , No welcome eyes of Innocence and Mirth To look upon us kindly , who would ...
... turns with love unto his Wife , With love who turns with hope unto his Child . II Oh ! if no faces were beheld on earth , But toiling Manhood , and repining Age , No welcome eyes of Innocence and Mirth To look upon us kindly , who would ...
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... turn your talk on daily things , my Dear , Lifting the luminous , pathetic lash To let the laughter flash , Whilst I drew near , Because you spoke so low that I could scarcely hear . But all at once to leave me at the last , More at the ...
... turn your talk on daily things , my Dear , Lifting the luminous , pathetic lash To let the laughter flash , Whilst I drew near , Because you spoke so low that I could scarcely hear . But all at once to leave me at the last , More at the ...
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... must I speak at last of sensual sleep , The dull forgetfulness of aimless years ? O ! let me turn away my head and weep Than Rachel's bitterer tears . " Tears for the passionate hearts I might have won 40 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
... must I speak at last of sensual sleep , The dull forgetfulness of aimless years ? O ! let me turn away my head and weep Than Rachel's bitterer tears . " Tears for the passionate hearts I might have won 40 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
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... turning back . " So they two went together in glowing August weather , The honey - breathing heather lay to their left and right ; And dear she was to doat on , her swift feet seemed to float on The air like soft twin pigeons too ...
... turning back . " So they two went together in glowing August weather , The honey - breathing heather lay to their left and right ; And dear she was to doat on , her swift feet seemed to float on The air like soft twin pigeons too ...
45 psl.
... Turn again , O my sweetest , -turn again , false and fleetest : This beaten way thou beatest , I fear is hell's own track . " " Nay , too steep for hill mounting ; nay , too late for cost counting : This down - hill path is easy , but ...
... Turn again , O my sweetest , -turn again , false and fleetest : This beaten way thou beatest , I fear is hell's own track . " " Nay , too steep for hill mounting ; nay , too late for cost counting : This down - hill path is easy , but ...
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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.
35 psl. - From his late sobbing wet. And I, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head, He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a...
105 psl. - Folk say, a wizard to a northern king At Christmas-tide such wondrous things did show. That through one window men beheld the spring. And through another saw the summer glow, And through a third the fruited vines a-row, While still, unheard, but in its wonted way, Piped the drear wind of that December da\.
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!
268 psl. - Bay ! *Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green, An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat — jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen, An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot, An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot: Bloomin