Maud; In memoriam; The princess; Enoch ArdenHoughton, Mifflin, 1893 |
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... wild voice pealing up to the sunny sky , And feet like sunny gems on an English green , Maud in the light of her youth and her grace , Singing of Death , and of Honor that cannot die , Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and ...
... wild voice pealing up to the sunny sky , And feet like sunny gems on an English green , Maud in the light of her youth and her grace , Singing of Death , and of Honor that cannot die , Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and ...
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... knows it not : O , if she knew it , To know her beauty might half undo it . I know it the one bright thing to save My yet young life in the wilds of Time , Perhaps from madness , perhaps from crime , Perhaps from MAUD . 23.
... knows it not : O , if she knew it , To know her beauty might half undo it . I know it the one bright thing to save My yet young life in the wilds of Time , Perhaps from madness , perhaps from crime , Perhaps from MAUD . 23.
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... wild While often abroad in the fragrant gloom Of foreign churches — I see her there , Bright English lily , breathing a prayer To be friends , to be reconciled ! VI . But then what a flint is he ! Abroad , at Florence , at Rome , I find ...
... wild While often abroad in the fragrant gloom Of foreign churches — I see her there , Bright English lily , breathing a prayer To be friends , to be reconciled ! VI . But then what a flint is he ! Abroad , at Florence , at Rome , I find ...
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... wild - flower on the hill ? — It is this guilty hand ! - And there rises ever a passionate cry From underneath in the darkening land— What is it , that has been done ? O dawn of Eden bright over earth and sky , The fires of Hell brake ...
... wild - flower on the hill ? — It is this guilty hand ! - And there rises ever a passionate cry From underneath in the darkening land— What is it , that has been done ? O dawn of Eden bright over earth and sky , The fires of Hell brake ...
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... be loved . Forgive these wild and wandering cries , Confusions of a wasted youth ; Forgive them where they fail in truth , And in thy wisdom make me wise . 1849 . I IN MEMORIAM . A. H. H. OBIT MDCCCXXXIII . 52 IN MEMORIAM .
... be loved . Forgive these wild and wandering cries , Confusions of a wasted youth ; Forgive them where they fail in truth , And in thy wisdom make me wise . 1849 . I IN MEMORIAM . A. H. H. OBIT MDCCCXXXIII . 52 IN MEMORIAM .
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Page 53 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Page 193 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Page 89 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Page 34 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Page 121 - He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, He would not make his judgment blind, He faced the spectres of the mind And laid them : thus he came at length To find a stronger faith his own ; And Power was with him in the night, Which makes the darkness and the light, And dwells not in the light alone, But in the darkness and the cloud, As over Sinai's peaks of old, While Israel made their gods of gold, Altho
Page 182 - SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Page 56 - Other friends remain,' That 'Loss is common to the race' — And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain. That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common ! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Page 90 - Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed— Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills? No more? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him.
Page 35 - She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Page 148 - Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust A voice as unto him that hears, A cry above the conquer' d years To one that with us works, and trust, With faith that comes of self-control, The truths that never can be proved Until we close with all we loved, And all we flow from, soul in soul.