Poems of sorrow, death and immortalityHolt, 1912 |
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... Beauty " The White Jessamine The Moss - Rose A Requiem Lady Mary . Only a Year The Widow's Mite Mother and Poet . A Mother in Egypt . The Dark Road Out of Hearing . " John Anderson , My Jo " The Spring of the Year The Graves of a ...
... Beauty " The White Jessamine The Moss - Rose A Requiem Lady Mary . Only a Year The Widow's Mite Mother and Poet . A Mother in Egypt . The Dark Road Out of Hearing . " John Anderson , My Jo " The Spring of the Year The Graves of a ...
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... Beauty - Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very temple of Delight Veiled Melancholy has her sovereign ...
... Beauty - Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very temple of Delight Veiled Melancholy has her sovereign ...
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... beauty of thy voice . And the night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents , like the Arabs , And as silently steal away . Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807-1882 ] THE BRIDGE I STOOD On ...
... beauty of thy voice . And the night shall be filled with music , And the cares , that infest the day , Shall fold their tents , like the Arabs , And as silently steal away . Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [ 1807-1882 ] THE BRIDGE I STOOD On ...
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... beauty seems " - I hear her say it still in dreams . But when the day grew gray and old , And rising stars shone strange and cold , Then only in her face I saw A mystic glee , a joyous awe . Spirit of Sadness , in the spheres Is there ...
... beauty seems " - I hear her say it still in dreams . But when the day grew gray and old , And rising stars shone strange and cold , Then only in her face I saw A mystic glee , a joyous awe . Spirit of Sadness , in the spheres Is there ...
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... Beauty ; the Gardener , Time . Austin Dobson [ 1840- " OH , EARLIER SHALL THE ROSEBUDS BLOW " Oн , earlier shall the rosebuds blow , In after years , those happier years , And children weep , when we lie low , Far fewer tears , far ...
... Beauty ; the Gardener , Time . Austin Dobson [ 1840- " OH , EARLIER SHALL THE ROSEBUDS BLOW " Oн , earlier shall the rosebuds blow , In after years , those happier years , And children weep , when we lie low , Far fewer tears , far ...
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Page 3185 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 3450 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Page 3552 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Page 3541 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: 30 False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 3265 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Page 3193 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Page 3288 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page 3298 - And all their echoes mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
Page 3468 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Page 3301 - Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.