Poems of the Longer Flight: Chiefly Odes and ApostrophesThe author, 1928 - 121 pages |
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Page xxii - The word of the Lord by night To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the seaside, And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor.
Page 62 - Where the proud pyramid, To brighter glory bid, Gives Cestius his longed-for fame, marking immortal Art. Or, in loved Florence, to repose beside Our trinity of singers! Fame enough To neighbor lordly Landor, noble Clough, And her, our later sibyl, sorrow-eyed. Oh, tell me — not their arts, But their Italian hearts Won for their dust that narrow oval, than the world more wide! So might I lie where Browning should have lain, My "Italy" for all the world to read, Like his on the palazzo.
Page 66 - Man's one thirst that is not quenched, drink he howe'er so deep. XVII Thou human-hearted land, whose revels hold Man in communion with the antique days, And summon him from prosy greed to ways Where Youth is beckoning to the Age of Gold ; How thou dost hold him near And whisper in his ear Of the lost Paradise that lies beyond the alluring haze! XVIII In tears I tossed my coin from Trevi's edge,— A coin unsordid as a bond of love, — And, with the instinct of the homing dove, I gave to Rome my...
Page 24 - To every journey? or not blend With those who reverently count This their Transfiguration Mount? LOVE IN ITALY THEY halted at the terrace wall; Below, the towered city lay; The valley in the moonlight's thrall Was silent in a swoon of May. As hand to hand spoke one soft word Beneath the friendly ilex-tree, They knew not, of the flame that stirred, What part was Love, what Italy. They knew what makes the moon more bright Where Beatrice and Juliet are, — The sweeter perfume in the night, The lovelier...
Page 54 - To-day, not moved by memory or fear, But by the vision of a nobler time, Millions cry toward thee in a passion of peace. We need thee, England, not in armed array To stand beside us in the empty quarrels That kings pursue, ere War itself expire Like an o'er-armored knight in desperate lunge Beneath the weight of helmet and of lance; But now, in conflict with an inner foe Who shall in conquering either conquer both. For it is written in the book of fate: By no sword save her own falls Liberty.
Page 64 - Absence from thee is such as men endure Between the glad betrothal and the bride ; Or like the years that Youth, intense and sure, From his ambition to his goal must bide. And if no more I may Mount to Fiesole . . . Oh, then were Memory meant for those to whom is Hope denied.
Page 82 - Ye, too, physicians of the mind and heart — Shall ye not take the Hippocratic oath? Have ye not heard the voices of the night Call you from kindred, comfort, sloth and praise, To lead into the light the willing feet That grope for order, harmony and joy ? — To reach full hands of bounty unto those Who starve for beauty in our glut of gold? How shall we honor him whom we revere — Lover of all the arts and of his land? How, but to cherish Beauty's every flower? — How, but to live with Beauty,...
Page 64 - The mystery of thy charm — ah, who hath guessed? 'Twas ne'er divined by day or shown in sleep; Yet sometimes Music, floating from her steep, Holds to our lips a chalice brimmed and blest: Then know we that thou art Of the Ideal part — Of Man's one thirst that is not quenched, drink he howe'er so...
Page 60 - Of old, ere caste or custom froze the heart, What tales of thine did Chaucer re-indite, — Of Constance, and Griselda, and the plight Of pure Cecilia,— all with joyous art! Oh, to have journeyed down To Canterbury town, And known, from lips that touched thy robe, that triad of renown...
Page 39 - s something vital in the great That blunts the edge of Death, and sages say You should stab deep if you would kill a king. In vain ! The conqueror's conqueror he remains, Surviving his survivors. And as when, The prophet gone, his least disciple stands Newly invested with a twilight awe, So linger men beside his listeners While they recount that miracle of speech And the hushed wonder over which it fell. What do they tell us of that fabled voice?