Poems of CornwallWilliam Herbert Thomas |
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ah long ago angel art thou awake barque beauty bells beneath billows bird bloom brave breath bright brow Camborne canst child clouds corncrake Cornish Cornwall dead dear death deep doth dream earth echoes eternal eyes face fair Farewell fierce flowers foam glad gleam glorious glory glow golden gondoliers gone grave hail hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY SEWELL STOKES HERBERT THOMAS hills hope Kenmare river kiss land life's light lonely lyre Marazion Mayor of Market-Jew melody mighty morn Mount's Bay mystic ne'er neath night o'er ocean Paul Church Town peace Penzance Phaon pixies poems Porthleven pray Redruth rest ring rose round SAM RICHARDS shadows shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stand sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought Truro Twas voice waves weary wild WILLIAM COCK winds wondrous Zennor
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Page 159 - Thus saith the ocean chime : Storm, billow, whirlwind past, "Come to thy God at last !
Page 9 - SPLENDID SPUR NOT on the neck of prince or hound, Nor on a woman's finger twined, May gold from the deriding ground Keep sacred that we sacred bind: Only the heel Of splendid steel Shall stand secure on sliding fate, When golden navies weep their freight.
Page 158 - Bottreaux' echoes still ? Her tower stands proudly on the hill : — Yet the strange chough that home hath found, The lamb lies sleeping on the ground. Come to thy God in time ! Should be her answering chime, — Come to thy God at last ! Should echo on the blast.
Page 158 - Come to thy God in time ! It was his marriage chime : — Youth, manhood, old age, past, His bell must ring at last ! Thank God, thou whining knave, on land ! But thank, at sea, the steersman's hand, The captain's voice above the gale, — Thank the good ship and ready sail ! Come to thy God in time ! Sad grew the boding chime : Come to thy God at last...
Page 13 - The would-be-evening should-be-mourning suit, The forged solicitude for petty wants More petty still than they, — all these I loathe, Learning they lie who feign that all things come To him that waiteth. I have waited long, And now I go, to mate me with a bride Who is aweary waiting, even as I!' But when the amorous moon of honeycomb Was over, ere the matron-flower of Love — Step-sister of To-morrow's marmalade — Swooned scentless, Mariana found her lord Did something jar the nicer feminine...
Page 152 - Majestic Michael rises : He whose brow Is crowned with castles, and whose rocky sides Are clad with dusky ivy : He whose base, Beat by the storms of ages, stands unmoved Amidst the wreck of things, — the change of time. That base, encircled by the azure waves, Was once with verdure clad ; the low'ring oaks There waved their branches green, — the sacred oaks Whose awful shades among the Druids stray'd To cut the hallowed miseltoe, and hold High converse with their Gods.
Page 158 - Thank God, thou whining knave, on land, But thank, at sea, the steersman's hand," The captain's voice above the gale: "Thank the good ship and ready sail." " Come to thy God in time ! " Sad grew the boding chime : " Come to % God at last !
Page 158 - The death-groans of his sinking ship ! " Come to thy God in time ! " Swung deep the funeral chime. "Grace, mercy, kindness, past, Come to thy God at last...
Page 47 - Peak-point and plain below, The red, round sun sinks in the purple west ; Lambs press their daisy bed, The lark drops overhead, And sings the labourer, hastening home to rest. Bathed in the ruddy light, Flooding his native height, A youthful bard is stretched upon the moss ; He heedeth not the eve Whose locks the elfins weave, Entranced with Shakespeare near a Cornish Cross.
Page 12 - Such the joy When English-hearted Edwin swore his faith With Mariana of the Moated Grange. For Edwin, plump head-waiter at The Cock, Grown sick of custom, spoilt of plenitude, Lacking the finer wit that saith, " I wait, They come; and if I make them wait, they go...