Poems of sorrow, death and immortalityHolt, 1912 |
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Page 3152
... hand , and let her rave , And feed deep , deep upon her peerless eyes . She dwells with 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 ...
... hand , and let her rave , And feed deep , deep upon her peerless eyes . She dwells with 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 ...
Page 3154
... hand to lay Softest on Sorrow's wound , and slowly thence ( Lulling to sad repose the weary sense ) The faint pang stealest unperceived away ; On thee I rest my only hope at last , 3154 In the Shadow Aubrey Thomas De Vere.
... hand to lay Softest on Sorrow's wound , and slowly thence ( Lulling to sad repose the weary sense ) The faint pang stealest unperceived away ; On thee I rest my only hope at last , 3154 In the Shadow Aubrey Thomas De Vere.
Page 3177
... hand's - touch so warm and kind , And I smile and talk , with the sun on my cheek , And the little live hand seems to stir and speak- For Fanny is dumb and I am blind . Fanny is sweet thirteen , and she Has fine black ringlets and dark ...
... hand's - touch so warm and kind , And I smile and talk , with the sun on my cheek , And the little live hand seems to stir and speak- For Fanny is dumb and I am blind . Fanny is sweet thirteen , and she Has fine black ringlets and dark ...
Page 3178
... hand a tongue , When it stirs on my palm for the love of me ? Do I not know she is pretty and young ? Hath not my soul an eye to see ? ' Tis pleasure to make one's bosom stir , To wonder how things appear to her , That I only hear as ...
... hand a tongue , When it stirs on my palm for the love of me ? Do I not know she is pretty and young ? Hath not my soul an eye to see ? ' Tis pleasure to make one's bosom stir , To wonder how things appear to her , That I only hear as ...
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... hand . " Work - work - work In the dull December light ! And work - work - work When the weather is warm and bright ! While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling , As if to show me their sunny backs , And twit me with the ...
... hand . " Work - work - work In the dull December light ! And work - work - work When the weather is warm and bright ! While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling , As if to show me their sunny backs , And twit me with the ...
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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.