The Poems of H. C. Bunner...C. Scribner's sons, 1917 - 229 страница |
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Arcady AUSTIN DOBSON BALLADS blossoms blow BOHEMIA Box at Vesey BRANDER MATTHEWS breast breath breeze Bunner Calais Chakey Einstein Chassez and bow cheek Chloë dance dead dear old Death dream Emperor eyes face fair feet fiddle-bows go fire flint-lock flowers Fond Fourth of July frown goes grace Grandfather Watts gray hair hand Haro hath head heart heaven hour King kiss knew light lips look Love's Madge maid memory minuet morn Murray Hill never night old tune old-time owff Browdway peace PHILISTIA Pink-and-Gray play poet poor Primrose Day Red Box roses round ROWEN Saint Valentine silent sing skies slip smile song soul sound spirit Spring stir sweet tell thar thee there's things thou thought to-day town turn and bow ULTIMA THULE Vesey street voice wait wander watch wind young
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Страница iii - A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness — Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Страница 56 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!
Страница 180 - And he found her with his Three. Then she covered her face with her fingers, That were wrinkled and white and wee, And she guessed where the boy was hiding, With a One and a Two and a Three. And...
Страница 10 - Memory. With Love he fills the Spring-time air ; With Love he clothes the Winter tree. Oh, past this poor horizon's bound My song goes straight to one who stands Her face all gladdening at the sound — To lead me to the Spring-green lands, To wander with enlacing hands.
Страница 179 - ONE, TWO, THREE!" IT was an old, old, old, old lady, And a boy that was half-past three; And the way that they played together Was beautiful to see. She couldn't go running and jumping, And the boy, no more could he; For he was a thin little fellow, With a thin little twisted knee. They sat in the yellow sunlight, Out under the maple tree; And the game that they played I'll tell you, Just as it was told to me. It was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing, Though you'd never have known it to be — With...
Страница 8 - I'll brim it well with pieces red, If you will tell the way to tread. Oh, I am bound for Arcady, And if you ~but "keep pace with me You tread the way to Arcady.
Страница 56 - The birds singing gayly, that came at my call, — Give me them, — and the peace of mind, dearer than all ! Home, Home, sweet, sweet Home ! There's no place like Home...
Страница 30 - I know what you're going to say," I said: "You're going to say you've been much annoyed; And I'm short of tact — you will say, devoid — And I'm clumsy and awkward; and call me Ted; And I bear abuse like a dear old lamb; And you'll have me, anyway, just as I am. Now aren't you, honestly?
Страница 8 - Tis strange you cannot sing (quoth he), The folk all sing in Arcady. But how may he find Arcady Who hath nor youth nor melody ? What, know you not, old man (quoth he) — Your hair is white, your face is wise — That Love must kiss that mortal's eyes Who hopes to see fair Arcady...
Страница 9 - No gold can buy you entrance there ; But beggared Love may go all bare — No wisdom won with weariness ; But Love goes in with Folly's dress — No fame that wit could ever win ; But only Love may lead Love in To Arcady, to Arcady. Ah, woe is me, through all my days Wisdom and wealth I both have got, And fame and name, and great men's praise ; But Love, ah, Love ! I have it not.