Collected PoemsMacmillan, 1921 - 591 страница |
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... kind of place Than I ... No , I'll not kill her ; Her death is in her face . " Be happy while she has it , For she'll not have it long ; A year , and then you'll pass it , Preparing a new song . And I'm a fool for prating Of what a year ...
... kind of place Than I ... No , I'll not kill her ; Her death is in her face . " Be happy while she has it , For she'll not have it long ; A year , and then you'll pass it , Preparing a new song . And I'm a fool for prating Of what a year ...
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... kind that likes to live alone ; And when you met , you found his eyes were always on your shoes , As if they did the talking when he asked you for the news . " That's all , my son . Were I to talk for half a hundred years I'd never ...
... kind that likes to live alone ; And when you met , you found his eyes were always on your shoes , As if they did the talking when he asked you for the news . " That's all , my son . Were I to talk for half a hundred years I'd never ...
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... So kindly that its wrath went out- Or partly out . Say what they would , He seemed the more to court their candor ; But never told what kind of good Was in Alexis and Evander . And Old King Cole , with many a puff That 18 COLLECTED POEMS.
... So kindly that its wrath went out- Or partly out . Say what they would , He seemed the more to court their candor ; But never told what kind of good Was in Alexis and Evander . And Old King Cole , with many a puff That 18 COLLECTED POEMS.
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... kind mother of us all . And then your slattern housemaid swings her broom , And where's your spider ? And that's Nature , also . It's Nature , and it's Nothing . It's all Nothing . It's all a world where bugs and emperors Go singularly ...
... kind mother of us all . And then your slattern housemaid swings her broom , And where's your spider ? And that's Nature , also . It's Nature , and it's Nothing . It's all Nothing . It's all a world where bugs and emperors Go singularly ...
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... kind that blinks and rises when it falls , Whether it sees a reason why or not- That heard Broadway's hard - throated siren - calls ; " " Twas hope that brought me through December storms , To shores again where I'll not have to be A ...
... kind that blinks and rises when it falls , Whether it sees a reason why or not- That heard Broadway's hard - throated siren - calls ; " " Twas hope that brought me through December storms , To shores again where I'll not have to be A ...
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Agravaine alive Archibald Arthur Bedivere believe Brittany Broceliande Camelot child cold coming crown Dagonet dark dead death devil doubt dream earth EUTYCHIDES eyes face faded faith fancy Fate fear fire fool forget Forgive frown Gaheris Gawaine gazed ghost glad gleam glory God's gold gone grave Guinevere half hand hate hear heard hell Isaac Joyous Gard Killigrew King King Arthur knew Lamorak Lancelot laugh leave light Linndale listen live look Mark Of Cornwall Merlin Modred never night Norcross Old King Cole once pity poor Queen Rembrandt remember Rome ruin seen shadow shining sight silence sing Sir Dagonet Sir Lucan sleep smile song soon soul stars sure tears tell there's thing thought Tilbury Town to-day told tonight Town truth Vivian waited wisdom woman wonder words
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Страница 82 - RICHARD CORY WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him : He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
Страница 32 - ... ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All reasons to refuse him; But what she meets and what she fears Are less than are the downward years, Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs Of age, were she to lose him. Between a blurred sagacity That once had power to sound him, And Love, that will not let him be The Judas that she found him, Her pride assuages her almost, As if it were alone the cost.
Страница 90 - THE CLERKS I did not think that I should find them there When I came back again; but there they stood, As in the days they dreamed of when young blood Was in their cheeks and women called them fair. Be sure, they met me with an ancient air, — And yes, there was a shop-worn brotherhood About them; but the men were just as good, And just as human as they ever were. And you that ache so much to be sublime, And you that feed yourselves with your descent, What comes of all your visions and your fears?...
Страница 5 - How much it was of him we met We cannot ever know; nor yet Shall all he gave us quite atone For what was his, and his alone; Nor need we now, since he knew best, Nourish an ethical unrest: Rarely at once will nature give The power to be Flammonde and live.
Страница 572 - Since you propose it, I believe I will." Alone, as if enduring to the end A valiant armor of scarred hopes outworn, He stood there in the middle of the road Like Roland's ghost winding a silent horn.
Страница 33 - Meanwhile we do no harm; for they That with a god have striven, Not hearing much of what we say, Take what the god has given; Though like waves breaking it may be, Or like a changed familiar tree, Or like a stairway to the sea Where down the blind are driven.
Страница 32 - ... yet he knows, God help him ! Tell me, now, If ever there was anything let loose On earth by gods or devils heretofore Like this mad, careful, proud, indifferent Shakespeare...
Страница 24 - Ben, you're a scholar, what's the time of day?" Says he : and there shines out of him again An aged light that has no age or station — The mystery that's his — a mischievous Half-mad serenity that laughs at fame For being won so easy, and at friends Who laugh at him for what he wants the most, And for his dukedom down in Warwickshire ; — By which you see we're all a little jealous.
Страница 6 - ... he gave us quite atone For what was his, and his alone; Nor need we now, since he knew best, Nourish an ethical unrest: Rarely at once will nature give The power to be Flammonde and live. We cannot know how much we learn From those who never will return, Until a flash of unforeseen Remembrance falls on what has been. We've each a darkening hill to climb; And this is why, from time to time In Tilbury Town, we look beyond Horizons for the man Flammonde.
Страница 347 - When swords were bright and steeds were prancing; The vision of a warrior bold Would set him dancing. Miniver sighed for what was not, And dreamed, and rested from his labors; He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot, And Priam's neighbors.