Miscellaneous poemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1893 |
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Page 44
... moved To meet me , winding under woodbine bowers , A little flutter'd , with her eyelids down , Fresh apple - blossom , blushing for a boon . " What was it ? less of sentiment than sense Had Katie ; not illiterate ; nor of those Who ...
... moved To meet me , winding under woodbine bowers , A little flutter'd , with her eyelids down , Fresh apple - blossom , blushing for a boon . " What was it ? less of sentiment than sense Had Katie ; not illiterate ; nor of those Who ...
Page 85
... moved against the land . " The Priest in horror about his altar To Thor and Odin lifted a hand : " Help us from famine And plague and strife ! What would you have of us ? Human life ? Were it our nearest , Were it our dearest , ( Answer ...
... moved against the land . " The Priest in horror about his altar To Thor and Odin lifted a hand : " Help us from famine And plague and strife ! What would you have of us ? Human life ? Were it our nearest , Were it our dearest , ( Answer ...
Page 114
... Moved from the cloud of unforgotten things , That sometimes on the horizon of the mind Lies folded , often sweeps athwart in storm Flash upon flash they lighten thro ' me - days Of dewy dawning and the amber eves When thou and I ...
... Moved from the cloud of unforgotten things , That sometimes on the horizon of the mind Lies folded , often sweeps athwart in storm Flash upon flash they lighten thro ' me - days Of dewy dawning and the amber eves When thou and I ...
Page 128
... moved upon her breath ; Dear name , which had too much of nearness in it And heralded the distance of this time ! At first her voice was very sweet and low , As if she were afraid of utterance ; But in the onward current of her speech ...
... moved upon her breath ; Dear name , which had too much of nearness in it And heralded the distance of this time ! At first her voice was very sweet and low , As if she were afraid of utterance ; But in the onward current of her speech ...
Page 132
... moved , Drooping and beaten by the breeze , and brush'd My fallen forehead in their to and fro , For in the sudden anguish of her heart Loosed from their simple thrall they had flow'd abroad , And floated on and parted round her neck ...
... moved , Drooping and beaten by the breeze , and brush'd My fallen forehead in their to and fro , For in the sudden anguish of her heart Loosed from their simple thrall they had flow'd abroad , And floated on and parted round her neck ...
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Page 42 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 87 - The wages of sin is death : if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly ? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just, To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky : Give her the wages of going on, and not to die.
Page 58 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Page 233 - Thou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word...
Page 79 - O WELL for him whose will is strong ! He suffers, but he will not suffer long ; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong : For him nor moves the loud world's random mock, Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems a promontory of rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent sound, In middle ocean meets the surging shock, Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. But ill for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will, And ever weaker grows thro...
Page 99 - As when in heaven the stars about the moon Look beautiful, when all the winds are laid, And every height comes out, and jutting peak And valley, and the immeasurable heavens Break open to their highest, and all the stars Shine, and the Shepherd gladdens in his heart...
Page 88 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Page 48 - Lead out the pageant : sad and slow, As fits an universal woe, Let the long, long procession go, And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow, And let the mournful martial music blow; The last great Englishman is low.
Page 41 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger.
Page 54 - Colossal, seen of every land, And keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure : Till in all lands and thro' all human story The path of duty be the way to glory : And let the land whose hearths he saved from shame...