VersesRoberts Brothers, 1887 - 135 pagini |
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Asters bear birds blind breast brothers Christ cried dare dead dear death DEMETER dost doth dreamed earth Enone eternal eyes face fair faithful fear feet fill fire flowers gate glad glow God's gold GOLD COUNTRY golden Golden Rod GONDOLIEDS grapes grave grief hands haste hear heart Heaven HELEN JACKSON hidden hour Judea KING'S SINGER knew La Rochelle land lifts light lips look Love's Macarius morn neath never night noon pain Paphnutius pray purple refrain RESURGAM rose royal sail seal secret shadow shining ships SHOWBREAD shuttle weaves sight silent simple king sing skies sleep slow smile snow song soul sound spell stars stone sudden summer sunny sunny heights sweet Sweet bee sweet land swift tears tell thee thine things thou thought thread tide to-day voice wait weep wind wine words
Pasaje populare
Pagina 58 - Through all the gates, unquestioned then. Went king and beggar hand in hand. Whispered the king, " Shall I know when Before his throne I stand ? " The beggar laughed. Free winds in haste Were wiping from the king's hot brow The crimson lines the crown had traced. " This is his presence now.
Pagina 194 - SEPTEMBER. HE golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. The gentian's bluest fringes Are curling in the sun ; In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun. The sedges flaunt their harvest, In every meadow nook ; And asters by the brook-side Make asters in the brook. From dewy lanes at morning The grapes
Pagina 15 - In other air. and other men With weary feet, On other roads, the simple strain Are finding sweet. The birds must know. Who wisely sings Will sing as they; The common air has generous wings, Songs make their way. THE TRUE BALLAD OF THE KING'S SINGER.
Pagina 14 - To help him rest; When next he goes that road again, An empty nest On leafless bough will make him sigh, " Ah me ! last spring Just here I heard, in passing by, That rare bird sing ! " But while he sighs, remembering How sweet the song, The little bird on tireless wing,
Pagina 172 - jewels on her costliest array; October, scornful, burns them on a bier. The winter hoards his pearls of frost in sign Of kingdom : whiter pearls than winter knew, Or Empress wore, in Egypt's ancient line, October, feasting 'neath her dome of blue, Drinks at a single draught, slow filtered through Sunshiny air, as in a tingling wine
Pagina 172 - OCTOBER. HE month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole seasons on a single day. The spring-time holds her white and purple dear; October, lavish, flaunts them far and near; The summer charily her reds doth
Pagina 114 - kneel down, full in my sight; I hear their chorus of "good night " ; And half I smile, and half I weep, Listening while they lie " down to sleep.
Pagina xi - Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen, or misunderstand. The motherhood which came To virgin sets in vestal flame, Fed by each new-born infant's hand, With Heaven's air, With Heaven's food, The crown of purest purity revealed, Virginity eternal signed and sealed Upon all motherhood
Pagina 111 - Descended from long lines of springs, I see make room for thee to bide A quiet comrade by their side ; I see the creeping peoples go Mysterious journeys to and fro, Treading to right and left of thee, Doing thee homage
Pagina 77 - Now brown, now yellow, changing as by some Swift spell. I know not with what body come The saints. But this I know, my Paradise Will mean the resurrection of her eyes. THE WALL-FLOWER OF THE RUINS OF ROME. GOLDEN-WINGED, on guard at crumbled gate And fallen wall of emperors and kings,