Poems of PassionW. B. Conkey Company, 1883 - 103 страница |
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art thou barque Beppo bird bliss breast breath bright Clarimonde clasp DANUBE dawn dead dear death delight Delilah Demeter Dost doth Love speak ELEUSIS emotions eyes face fair fall fate feel fierce fond forever forget garden gaze glory glow grace grave Guilo hand hear heart Heaven hour Isaura kiss LAND OF NOD last eve last kiss lean hard Let me lean life's light Little Queen look lost love but once love stays love's mighty MISALLIANCE neath never night outgrows pain passion perfect pleasure POEMS rapture regret rhyme river rose seems sigh Silence sing skies smile solar system song sorrow soul soul's splendor stars strange strife Sweep sweet sweet kisses swift tears tender thee thine thou thought thrill tide tire true truth valley wait waltz-quadrille white ship wine word youth
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Страница 84 - Laugh, and the world laughs with you ; Weep, and you weep alone ; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
Страница 8 - After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires, There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days, Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze. So after Love has led us, till he tires Of his own throes and torments and desires, Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze He beckons us to follow, and across Cool, verdant vales we wander free from care. Is it a touch of frost lies in the air? Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?...
Страница 78 - It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country — the Beyond ; And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be The home of those of whom I am so fond, They make it seem familiar and most dear, As journeying friends bring distant regions near.
Страница 65 - And it is not the poet's song, though sweeter than sweet bells chiming, Which thrills us through and through, but the heart which beats under the rhyming. And therefore I say again, though I am art's own true lover, That it is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.
Страница 84 - Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not want your woe.
Страница 86 - And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful Land of Nod. Away from life's hurry, and flurry, and worry, Away from earth's shadows and gloom, To a world of fair weather we'll float off together Where roses are always in bloom. Just shut up your eyes, and fold your hands, Your hands like the leaves of a rose, And we will go sailing to those fair lands That never an atlas shows. On the North and the West they are bounded by rest, On the South and the East, by dreams; Tis the country ideal,...
Страница 22 - And singing that self-same air; And between the verses, for interlude, I kissed your throat and your shoulders nude. You were so full of a subtle fire, You were so warm and so sweet, Lisette ; You were everything men admire ; And there were no fetters to make us tire, For you were — a pretty grisette.
Страница 72 - Let there be many windows to your soul, That all the glory of the universe May beautify it. Not the narrow pane Of one poor creed can catch the radiant rays That shine from countless sources. Tear away The blinds of superstition ; let the light Pour through fair windows broad as Truth itself And high as God.
Страница 85 - Change is the watchword of Progression. When We tire of well-worn ways we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men Spurs them to climb, and seek the mountain view. So let who will erect an altar shrine To meek-browed Constancy, and sing her praise. Unto enlivening Change I shall build mine, Who lends new zest and interest to my days.
Страница 47 - Old times, old loves, old friendship, and old wine. Why should the old monopolize all praise ? Then let the new claim mine. Give me strong new friends when the old prove weak Or fail me in my darkest hour of need ; Why perish with the ship that springs a leak, Or lean upon a reed ? Give me new love, warm, palpitating, sweet, When all the grace and beauty leave the old; When like a rose it withers at my feet, Or like a hearth grows cold.