The Book of Poetry: Collected from the Whole Field of British and American Poetry. Also Translations of Important Poems from Foreign Languages, 8 tomasEdwin Markham W.H. Wise & Company, 1927 - 3243 psl. |
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... spirit of thy cypress - groves and all Thy dark - eyed beauty for a little while To my desire . Yet once more let her smile Fall o'er me : o'er me let her long hair fall . . . . The night said not a word . The breeze was dead . The leaf ...
... spirit of thy cypress - groves and all Thy dark - eyed beauty for a little while To my desire . Yet once more let her smile Fall o'er me : o'er me let her long hair fall . . . . The night said not a word . The breeze was dead . The leaf ...
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... spirits possess . This drains the world , and leaves but weariness , And parching passion , and perplexing tears . Sad is it , that we cannot even keep That hour to sweeten life's last toil : but Youth Grasps all , and leaves us : and ...
... spirits possess . This drains the world , and leaves but weariness , And parching passion , and perplexing tears . Sad is it , that we cannot even keep That hour to sweeten life's last toil : but Youth Grasps all , and leaves us : and ...
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... spirit could let life's flower fall ? " Or was it a greater marvel to feel The perfect calm o'er the agony steal ? " Was the miracle greatest to find how deep , Beyond all dreams , sank downward that sleep ? " Did life roll backward its ...
... spirit could let life's flower fall ? " Or was it a greater marvel to feel The perfect calm o'er the agony steal ? " Was the miracle greatest to find how deep , Beyond all dreams , sank downward that sleep ? " Did life roll backward its ...
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... spirit informing it and bringing all its products into vital harmony . This enabled Noel to paint such pictures of voluptuous beauty and concrete form as The Water - Nymph and the Boy or The Triumph of Bacchus ; and at the same time to ...
... spirit informing it and bringing all its products into vital harmony . This enabled Noel to paint such pictures of voluptuous beauty and concrete form as The Water - Nymph and the Boy or The Triumph of Bacchus ; and at the same time to ...
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... spirit slumbering in any musical instrument . Before the advent of Swinburne we did not realize the full scope of English verse . In his hands it is like the violin of Paganini . The range of his fantasias , roulades , arias , new ...
... spirit slumbering in any musical instrument . Before the advent of Swinburne we did not realize the full scope of English verse . In his hands it is like the violin of Paganini . The range of his fantasias , roulades , arias , new ...
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A. E. HOUSMAN Babette Ballad beauty bird blood breast breath bright CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS Chorus cloud cold crown Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead death dreadful dream dust earth ENGLAND eyes F. W. H. MYERS face fair fear feet fire flame flowers glory gods golden grave hair hand hath head hear heart heaven hell hope Hounds of Spring Judas Iscariot King kiss light lips living looked Lord Love's Meleager mighty moon mother never night pale PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON poem poet poetry rain Richard Le Gallienne rose round shadow shine sing skies sleep snow song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars strange sweet Swinburne tears thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things thou art thought thunder turned Twas the soul verse voice Walrus weary weep wild wind wings wonder word
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2412 psl. - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
2520 psl. - Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.
2211 psl. - GARDEN A GARDEN is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot — The veriest school Of peace; and yet the fool Contends that God is not — Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool? Nay, but I have a sign: Tis very sure God walks in mine.
2380 psl. - Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk, With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though dynasties pass. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by; War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.
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2315 psl. - I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and none other, Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me...
2393 psl. - We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.
2415 psl. - WHAT have I done for you, England, my England ? What is there I would not do, England, my own ? With your glorious eyes austere, As the Lord were walking near, Whispering terrible things and dear As the Song on your bugles blown, England — Round the world on your bugles blown ! Where shall the watchful sun, England, my England, Match the master-work you've done, England, my own ? When shall he rejoice agen Such a breed of mighty men As come forward, one to ten, To the Song on your bugles blown...
2321 psl. - Though one were strong as seven, He too with death shall dwell, Nor wake with wings in heaven, Nor weep for pains in hell; Though one were fair as roses, His beauty clouds and closes; And well though love reposes, In the end it is not well.
2319 psl. - The Garden of Proserpine HERE, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time and mowing, A sleepy world of streams. I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep; Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.