Verses / by H.H. ...Scholarly Publishing Office, University of Michigan Library, 1893 - 276 pagini |
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... Rose in September 170 An Arctic Quest . 171 The Sign of the Daisy 171 • Vintage Last Words A Dream Danger Freedom . The Gods said Love is blind The Fir - Tree and the Brook A Rose - Leaf • A Woman's Battle 172 173 174 175 175 176 177 ...
... Rose in September 170 An Arctic Quest . 171 The Sign of the Daisy 171 • Vintage Last Words A Dream Danger Freedom . The Gods said Love is blind The Fir - Tree and the Brook A Rose - Leaf • A Woman's Battle 172 173 174 175 175 176 177 ...
Pagina xi
... Rose Acquainted with Grief Fealty Vision The Poet's Forge Vanity of Vanities Morn Quatrains Release Where ? Emigravit My Tenants xi PAGE 191 • 192 • 194 195 • 195 196 • 197 198 204 205 205 206 207 208 208 209 21I 212 212 214 215 216 217 ...
... Rose Acquainted with Grief Fealty Vision The Poet's Forge Vanity of Vanities Morn Quatrains Release Where ? Emigravit My Tenants xi PAGE 191 • 192 • 194 195 • 195 196 • 197 198 204 205 205 206 207 208 208 209 21I 212 212 214 215 216 217 ...
Pagina 20
... rose Has triumph on the snow - fed Paramos , In upper air , nor yet where lifts the deep Its silver Atolls on whose bosoms sleep The purple sponges ; and , as in repose Meeting at last , they sink upon the breast Of that sweet tropic ...
... rose Has triumph on the snow - fed Paramos , In upper air , nor yet where lifts the deep Its silver Atolls on whose bosoms sleep The purple sponges ; and , as in repose Meeting at last , they sink upon the breast Of that sweet tropic ...
Pagina 35
... rose and sank ; The waves on royal banquet - heights Tossed off and drank Their jewels made of sun and moon ,. White pearls at midnight , gold at noon . Counting the hours by bells and lights , We sailed and sailed ; Six lonely days ...
... rose and sank ; The waves on royal banquet - heights Tossed off and drank Their jewels made of sun and moon ,. White pearls at midnight , gold at noon . Counting the hours by bells and lights , We sailed and sailed ; Six lonely days ...
Pagina 36
... rose and sank Have turned like other pasts , and fled , And carried with them all their dead . But every day that fire ship lights My distant blue , And every day glad wonder smites My heart anew , How in that instant each could heed ...
... rose and sank Have turned like other pasts , and fled , And carried with them all their dead . But every day that fire ship lights My distant blue , And every day glad wonder smites My heart anew , How in that instant each could heed ...
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Art thou Asters birds blind blue weather breast bright CHARLOTTE CUSHMAN Choy Choy's cried dare dead dear death dost doth dream 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 hear heart heaven hidden hour KING'S SINGER knew La Rochelle land Laon lift light lips look Love's lover man's land morn never night noon pain Paphnutius purple queen RESURGAM rose royal sail scorn secret shadow shining SHOWBREAD sight silent simple king sing Singer skies sleep slow smiling snow song soul sound spell stars strong sudden summer sunny sunny height sweet Sweet bee sweet land swift tears tell thee thine things thou hast thought to-day tread voice wait weep whispered wind wine words
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Pagina 206 - The goldenrod is yellow ; The corn is turning brown ; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
Pagina 207 - ... 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' sweet odors rise; At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies.
Pagina 154 - IJOVEMBER woods are bare and still; November days are clear and bright; Each noon burns up the morning's chill; The morning's snow is gone by night; Each day my steps grow slow, grow light, As through the woods I reverent creep, Watching all things lie
Pagina 13 - LIKE a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days ; I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways ; I know each day will bring its task ; And, being blind, no more I ask. I do not know the use or name Of that I spin ; I only know that some one came, And laid within My hand the thread, and said, " Since you Are blind, but one thing you can do.
Pagina 100 - 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." At the king's gate, the crafty noon Unwove its yellow nets of sun ; Out of their sleep in terror soon The guards waked one by one. " Ho here ! Ho there ! Has no man seen The king?
Pagina 255 - Their white-winged seeds are sowing, And in the fields, still green and fair, Late aftermaths are growing; When springs run low, and on the brooks, In idle golden freighting, Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush Of woods, for winter waiting; When comrades seek sweet country haunts, By twos and twos together, And count like misers hour by hour, October's bright blue weather.
Pagina 255 - OCTOBER'S BRIGHT BLUE WEATHER. SUNS and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather, When loud the bumble-bee makes haste, Belated, thriftless vagrant, And golden-rod is dying fast, And lanes with grapes are fragrant ; When gentians roll their fringes tight To save them for the morning...
Pagina 264 - Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, That I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun; " So clear I see that things I thought Were right or harmless were a sin ; So clear I see that I have sought, Unconscious, selfish...
Pagina 99 - The king sat bowed beneath his crown, Propping his face with listless hand ; Watching the hour-glass sifting down Too slow its shining sand. " Poor man, what wouldst thou have of me ? " The beggar turned, and, pitying, Replied, like one in dream, " Of thee, Nothing. I want the king.
Pagina 218 - Until the next stanch ship her flag doth raise. Who knows what myriad colonies there are Of fairest fields, and rich, undreamed-of gains Thick planted in the distant shining plains Which we call sky because they lie so far ? Oh, write of me, not " Died in bitter pains," But " Emigrated to another star !