Sonnets and LyricsRoberts Brothers, 1888 - 135 pagini |
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ACQUAINTED WITH GRIEF Art thou blossom blow Boon's breast BRIGHT BLUE WEATHER BROOK brothers Buddha BURNT OFFERING CHARLOTTE CUSHMAN Choy Choy's cried dare dead dear death dream dying earth eternal eyes face faithful fealty feet fell Fir-Tree fire flame flowers gazed GIFT OF GRAPES glowing golden grudge thee HABEAS CORPUS hands harvest hast hath heart heaven helpless idly King knew lift light lips lives LOVE IS BLIND Love's lover Macarius MAN'S LAND MEASURE OF HOURS NEVER WROTE noon OCTOBER'S BRIGHT BLUE OUTWARD BOUND pain peerless prayed prayer QUATRAINS queen refrain rose SEMITONES SEPTEMBER WOODS shining sight silent skies slave sleep smile snow SONG HE NEVER soul stay STORY OF BOON sudden summer swift tears tell thine thing thou art thou dost thought to-day torture unto VANITIES VANITY OF VANITIES voice wait whispered wind WOMAN'S words
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Pagina 55 - THE goldenrod 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' sweet odors rise ; At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies.
Pagina 132 - 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 aims to win...
Pagina 72 - 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 !
Pagina 119 - OCTOBER'S BRIGHT BLUE WEATHER Word Pictures in Verse O 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 bumblebee makes haste, Belated, thriftless vagrant, And goldenrod is dying fast, And lanes with grapes are fragrant; When gentians roll their fringes tight To save them for the morning...
Pagina 66 - Only a hand's breadth the moth-wing flies. Fooled with a candle, scorched with a breath ; Poor little miller, a tawdry death ! Life is a honey, life is a flame; Each to his passion ; what's in a name ? Swinging and circling, face to the sun, Brief little planet, how it doth run ! Bee-time and moth-time, add the amount ; White heat and honey, who keeps the count ? Gone some fine evening, a spark out-tost ! The world no darker for one star lost! Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame ; Each to his passion...
Pagina 32 - OCTOBER. j|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 lay Like jewels on her costliest array ; October, scornful, burns them on a bier. The winter...
Pagina 120 - When on the ground red apples lie In piles like jewels shining, And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbine twining ; When all the lovely wayside things 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,...
Pagina 119 - Without a sound of warning; When on the ground red apples lie In piles like jewels shining, And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbine twining...
Pagina 32 - 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 lay Like 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...
Pagina 130 - Shrined leaders' hearts in costly state : The symbol, sign, and instrument Of each soul's purpose, passion, strife, Of fires in which are poured and spent Their all of love, their all of life. O feeble, mighty human hand ! 0 fragile, dauntless human heart ! The universe holds nothing planned With such sublime, transcendent art ! Yes, Death, I own I grudge thee mine Poor little hand, so feeble now ; Its wrinkled palm, its altered line, Its veins so pallid and so slow — {Unfinished here...