A Midsummer Holiday, and Other PoemsChatto and Windus, 1884 - 189 páginas |
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aught Baby bade befall the fair behold bird blithe breath bright brine CASQUETS close that lies clouds crown darkness dawn dead death December 15 deep doom dream dust dust of death earth and sea eyes fain fair green close fame fear fire flames of spray flowers foam glad glory glows goal gold grace grave hand haply Harvard College headland hear heard heart HEARTSEASE heaven hope land laugh lips live lone lordlier Lords our Gods loud love's lyre man's moorlands night and day nought nursling peace praise pride rapture rose round runs and revels Sark scarce scorn sea-side nest sea's serf shame shine shore that hath sight soft song soul sound spirit storm strength strong sublime sweet thee thine things thou thought thy name Time's trumpet VICTOR HUGO waste waters waves Wefts whence wherein wild wings word wrathful woful marge yearns for solace yore
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Página 23 - Friend, earth is a harbour for winter, a covert whereunder to flee, When day is the vassal of night, and the strength of the hosts of her mightier than he ; But here is the presence adored of me, here my desire is at rest and at home, There are cliffs to be climbed upon land, there are ways to be trodden...
Página 22 - From afar to the star that recedes, from anear to the wastes of the wild wide shore. Her call is a trumpet compelling us homeward : if dawn in her east be acold, From the sea shall we crave not her grace to rekindle the life that it kindled before, Her breath to requicken, her bosom to rock us, her kisses to bless as of yore ? For the wind, with his wings half open...
Página 34 - Some with sighing and laughing, some with words that blessed and made us whole, Passed, and left us, and we know not what they were, nor what were we. Would we know, being mortal? Never breath of answering whisper stole From the shore that hath no shore beyond it set in all the sea. Shadows, would we question darkness? Ere our eyes and brows be fanned Round with airs of twilight, washed with dews from sleep's eternal stream, Would we know sleep's guarded secret? Ere the fire consume the brand, Would...
Página 114 - Blithe verse made all the dim sense clear That smiles of babbling babes conceal: Prayer's perfect heart spake here: and here Rose notes of blameless woe and weal. More soft than this poor song's appeal. Where orchards bask, where cornfields wave, They dropped like rains that cleanse and lave, And scattered all the year along, Like dewfall on an April grave, Sweet water from the well of song.
Página 68 - Of God nor man was ever this thing said, That he could give Life back to her who gave him, whence his dead Mother might live. But this man found his mother dead and slain, With fast sealed eyes, And bade the dead rise up and live again, And she did rise.
Página 32 - HEBE begins the sea that ends not till the world's end. Where we stand, Could we know the next high sea-mark set beyond these waves that gleam, We should know what never man hath known, nor eye of man hath scanned.
Página 159 - Till the earth that endures you upon her Grows weary to bear you, my lords. Your token is broken, It will not pass for gold : Your glory looks hoary, Your sun in heaven turns cold. They are worthy to reign on their brothers, To contemn them as clods and as carles, Who are Graces by grace of such mothers As brightened the bed of King Charles. What manner of banner, What fame is this they flaunt, That Britain, soul-smitten, Should shrink before their vaunt ? Bright sons of sublime prostitution, You...
Página 66 - ITALIA, mother of the souls of men, Mother divine, Of all that served thee best with sword or pen, All sons of thine, Thou knowest that here the likeness of the best Before thee stands : The head most high, the heart found faithfulest, The purest hands. Above the fume and foam of time that flits, The soul, we know, Now sits on high where Alighieri sits With Angelo.
Página 67 - Since man's first mother brought to mortal birth Her first-born son, Such grace befell not ever man on earth As crowns this One. Of God nor man was ever this thing said: That he could give Life back to her who gave him, that his dead Mother might live.
Página 163 - With a hero at head, and a nation Well gagged and well drilled and well cowed, And a gospel of war and damnation, Has not empire a right to be proud ? Fools prattle and tattle Of freedom, reason, right, The beauty of duty, The loveliness of light.