PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - Всего страниц: 112 |
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air I breathe Aphrodite azure Beautiful beech-nuts beneath blue BOOK OF HOURS bosom breath calm Christmas in California cloud comes crystal world dare dark darkling dawn deep divine dome dream dust earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL empty eyes face Faith fear feet Field Notes Five Lives flashes fool Fool's Prayer Forenoon glad gleams glimmering gloom grass grow hand hath heart heaven hollow hush infusoria Invisible laughing light lips little female monad's lonely Lord meant to live merry mind monad monk read morning mote naught never night o'er peace pity poems porphyry Praxiteles Redwoods round scorn shine silence smile song soul stars stir sway sweet sword taper's thee thine things thou thrill thro thrush tongues touch the dead tranquil tree truth turn Unto Venus of Milo voice waited whispering wind wing Wonderful Thought wondrous word
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Стр. 62 - The royal feast was done; the King Sought some new sport to banish care, And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool, Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!" The jester doffed his cap and bells, And stood the mocking court before; , They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore. He bowed his head, and bent his knee Upon the monarch's silken stool; His pleading voice arose: "O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool! 'No pity, Lord, could change the heart From red with wrong to white as wool: The...
Стр. 27 - FORENOON and afternoon and night, — Forenoon, And afternoon, and night, — Forenoon, and — what ! The empty song repeats itself. No more ? Yea, that is Life : make this forenoon sublime, This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer, And Time is conquered, and thy crown is won.
Стр. 111 - THOUGHT. jjHAT if some morning, when the stars were paling, And the dawn whitened, and the East was clear, Strange peace and rest fell on me from the presence Of a benignant Spirit standing near : And I should tell him, as he stood beside me, " This is our Earth — most friendly Earth, and fair ; Daily its sea and shore through sun and shadow Faithful it turns, robed in its azure air...
Стр. 50 - Tradition, handed down for hours and hours, Tells that our globe, this quivering crystal world, Is slowly dying. What if, seconds hence, When I am very old, yon shimmering dome Come drawing down and down, till all things end?
Стр. 61 - T is not in endless striving, Thy quest is found : Be still and listen ; Be still and drink the quiet Of all around. Not for thy crying, Not for thy loud beseeching, Will peace draw near : Rest with palms folded ; Rest with thine eyelids fallen — Lo ! peace is here.
Стр. 70 - HER EXPLANATION So you have wondered at me, — guessed in vain What the real woman is you know so well ? I am a lost illusion. Some strange spell Once made your friend there, with his fine disdain Of fact, conceive me perfect. He would fain (But could not) see me always, as befell His dream to see me, plucking asphodel, In saffron robes, on some celestial plain. All that I was he marred and flung away In quest of what I was not, could not be, — Lilith, or Helen, or Antigone. Still he may search...
Стр. 44 - A prince's banner Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. A craven hung along the battle's edge, And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel — That blue blade that the king's son bears, — but this Blunt thing — !" he snapt and flung it from his hand, And lowering crept away and left the field.
Стр. 64 - These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Among the heart-strings of a friend. "The ill-timed truth we might have kept — Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung? The word we had not sense to say — Who knows how grandly it had rung? "Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all; But for our blunders — oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall. "Earth bears no balsam for mistakes; Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool That did his will; but Thou,...
Стр. 67 - ... porphyry, they slope and coldly glass The flying storm and wheeling sun. No chink, No crevice lets the thinnest arrow in. He fights alone, and from the cloudy ramparts A thousand evil faces gibe and jeer him. Let him lie down and die : what is the right, And where is justice, in a world like this ? But by and by, earth shakes herself, impatient; And down, in one great roar of ruin, crash Watch-tower and citadel and battlements. When the red dust has cleared, the lonely soldier Stands with strange...
Стр. 51 - Then swaggering half a hair's breadth, hungrily He seized upon an atom of bug, and fed. One was a tattered monad, called a poet; And with shrill voice ecstatic thus he sang: " Oh, the little female monad's lips ! Oh, the little female monad's eyes ! Ah, the little, little, female, female monad...