Living English poets [selections from their works].1883 - 325 pages |
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... breathing of the Goddess forms That left your haunts , yet with the day return ! And still more distant through the grey sky floats The faint blue fragment of the dead moon's shell ; Not dead indeed , but vacant , since ' tis RICHARD ...
... breathing of the Goddess forms That left your haunts , yet with the day return ! And still more distant through the grey sky floats The faint blue fragment of the dead moon's shell ; Not dead indeed , but vacant , since ' tis RICHARD ...
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... breath ' Neath a kind sun to bask in death . The pool is bright with glossy dyes And cast - up bubbles of decay : A green death - leaven overlies Its mottled scum , where shadows play As the snake's hollow coil , fresh shed , Rolls 40 ...
... breath ' Neath a kind sun to bask in death . The pool is bright with glossy dyes And cast - up bubbles of decay : A green death - leaven overlies Its mottled scum , where shadows play As the snake's hollow coil , fresh shed , Rolls 40 ...
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... breath Drown in his ears the voice of death . Still doth his soul's vague longing skim The pool beloved : he hears the hiss That siffles at the sedgy rim , Recalling days of former bliss , And the death - drops , that fall in showers ...
... breath Drown in his ears the voice of death . Still doth his soul's vague longing skim The pool beloved : he hears the hiss That siffles at the sedgy rim , Recalling days of former bliss , And the death - drops , that fall in showers ...
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... 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 plumes ; a feather falls : He hears the death - cry , he ...
... 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 plumes ; a feather falls : He hears the death - cry , he ...
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... breath he drew , Three times I stabb'd him thro ' and thro ' . O the Earl was fair to see ! I curl'd and comb'd his comely head , He look'd so grand when he was dead . The wind is blowing in turret and tree . I wrapt his body in the ...
... breath he drew , Three times I stabb'd him thro ' and thro ' . O the Earl was fair to see ! I curl'd and comb'd his comely head , He look'd so grand when he was dead . The wind is blowing in turret and tree . I wrapt his body in the ...
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BABETTE Bassarid beneath birds Born breast breath bright brow CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI dark dead death deep doth dream Drowsietown earth eyes face faint fair fear feet fire flowers Godmar golden grass green grow hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hounds of spring Jehane King kiss laughed leave light lips live morn murmur night nightingale o'er Ozana pain pale powers of Pain rain rest RICHARD WATSON DIXON ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN rose round shadows shining shore silent sing SIR BORS sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound stars stood stream strive strong sundew sweet thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things THOMAS WOOLNER thought thro To-morrow turn turn'd unto VIEUXBOIS Vizier voice vrom wake waves weep WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE Wilt thou wind wings
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Page 121 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All men ignored in me, This I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Page 115 - Rejoice we are allied To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! A spark disturbs our clod ; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of his tribes that take, I must believe.
Page 117 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Page 113 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Page 121 - Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be: Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.
Page 179 - 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.
Page 118 - Youth ended, I shall try My gain or loss thereby; Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: And I shall weigh the same, Give life its praise or blame: Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old.
Page 163 - 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...
Page 250 - The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there was weeping, Haply, of lovers none ever will know, Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping Years ago. Heart handfast in heart as they stood, 'Look thither,
Page 141 - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertax'd, its palsied hearts, was rife — Fly hence, our contact fear!