Miscellaneous poemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1893 |
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... thro ' the thick blood Of cattle , and light is large , and lambs are glad Nosing the mother's udder , and the bird Makes his heart voice amid the blaze of flowers : Which things appear the work of mighty Gods . " The Gods ! and if I go ...
... thro ' the thick blood Of cattle , and light is large , and lambs are glad Nosing the mother's udder , and the bird Makes his heart voice amid the blaze of flowers : Which things appear the work of mighty Gods . " The Gods ! and if I go ...
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... thro ' the boundless universe , And blasting the long quiet of my breast With animal heat and dire insanity ? " How should the mind , except it loved them , clasp These idols to herself ? or do they fly Now thinner , and now thicker ...
... thro ' the boundless universe , And blasting the long quiet of my breast With animal heat and dire insanity ? " How should the mind , except it loved them , clasp These idols to herself ? or do they fly Now thinner , and now thicker ...
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... Thro ' all her cycles - into man once more , Or beast or bird or fish , or opulent flower : But till this cosmic order everywhere Shatter'd into one earthquake in one day Cracks all to pieces , -and that hour perhaps Is not so far when ...
... Thro ' all her cycles - into man once more , Or beast or bird or fish , or opulent flower : But till this cosmic order everywhere Shatter'd into one earthquake in one day Cracks all to pieces , -and that hour perhaps Is not so far when ...
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... thro ' the stately minuet of those days : But Edith's eager fancy hurried with him Snatch'd thro ' the perilous passes of his life : Till Leolin ever watchful of her eye Hated him with a momentary hate . Wife - hunting , as the rumor ...
... thro ' the stately minuet of those days : But Edith's eager fancy hurried with him Snatch'd thro ' the perilous passes of his life : Till Leolin ever watchful of her eye Hated him with a momentary hate . Wife - hunting , as the rumor ...
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... thro ' the land , Went Leolin ; then , his passions all in flood And masters of his motion , furiously Down thro ' the bright lawns to his brother's ran , And foam'd away his heart at Averill's ear : Whom Averill solaced as he might ...
... thro ' the land , Went Leolin ; then , his passions all in flood And masters of his motion , furiously Down thro ' the bright lawns to his brother's ran , And foam'd away his heart at Averill's ear : Whom Averill solaced as he might ...
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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...