The Complete Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin, 1903 - 689 pages |
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... fair ? " saith he ; " Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes , He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for ...
... fair ? " saith he ; " Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes , He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for ...
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... fair , Lashed close to a drifting mast . The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown sea weed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the ...
... fair , Lashed close to a drifting mast . The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown sea weed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the ...
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... fair . Lara . How credulous you are ! Why , look you , friend , There's not a virtuous woman in Madrid , In this whole city ! And would you per- suade me That a mere dancing - girl , who shows herself , Nightly , half naked , on the ...
... fair . Lara . How credulous you are ! Why , look you , friend , There's not a virtuous woman in Madrid , In this whole city ! And would you per- suade me That a mere dancing - girl , who shows herself , Nightly , half naked , on the ...
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... fair ? Prec . Am I not always fair ? Vict . Ay , and so fair That I am jealous of all eyes that see thee , And wish that they were blind . Prec . I heed them not ; When thou art present , I see none but thee ! Vict . There's nothing fair ...
... fair ? Prec . Am I not always fair ? Vict . Ay , and so fair That I am jealous of all eyes that see thee , And wish that they were blind . Prec . I heed them not ; When thou art present , I see none but thee ! Vict . There's nothing fair ...
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... fair , Holding unto our lips thy goblet filled Out of Oblivion's well , a healing draught ! The candles have burned low ; it must be late . Where can Victorian be ? Like Fray Car- rillo , The only place in which one cannot find him Is ...
... fair , Holding unto our lips thy goblet filled Out of Oblivion's well , a healing draught ! The candles have burned low ; it must be late . Where can Victorian be ? Like Fray Car- rillo , The only place in which one cannot find him Is ...
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Page xvii - Find us farther than to-day. Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle 1 Be a hero in the strife
Page 396 - in Galilee, Saying : The Son of Man must be delivered Into the hands of sinful men ; by them Be crucified, and the third day rise again I But go your way, and say to his disciples, He goeth before you into Galilee ; There shall ye see Him as He said to
Page 95 - s roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, — are all with thee I
Page xviii - art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. Oh, fear not in a world like this, And thou shall know erelong, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS The poem in its first form bore the title
Page 11 - I A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior 1 There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior
Page 57 - have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. Anil the night
Page 199 - and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and light, — farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm." Then he said, " Good night ! " and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the
Page 361 - been foreshadowed in them I CHRISTUS. For Zion's sake I will not hold my peace, And for Jerusalem's sake I will not rest Until its righteousness be as a brightness, And its salvation as a lamp that burneth ! Thou shall be called no longer the Forsaken,
Page 379 - CHRISTUS. Children ! how hard it is for them that trust In riches to enter into the kingdom of God ! T is easier for a camel to go through A needle's eye, than for the rich to enter The kingdom of God
Page 11 - height, Excelsior 1 At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air, Excelsior I A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior