Ballads and LyricsT.B. Mosher, 1902 - 31 Seiten |
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... Whose voice comes as the voice of an only child Heard from the grave : shapes of a Might - Have Been - Beautiful , miserable , distraught - The Law no man may baffle denied and slew . To let the marvel by . The grey road glooms 29 IV.
... Whose voice comes as the voice of an only child Heard from the grave : shapes of a Might - Have Been - Beautiful , miserable , distraught - The Law no man may baffle denied and slew . To let the marvel by . The grey road glooms 29 IV.
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... Heard over gleaming flats the old unchanging sound Of the old unchanging Sea . My soul and yours— O hand in hand let us fare forth , two ghosts , Into the ghostliness , The infinite and abounding solitudes , Beyond - O beyond ! - beyond ...
... Heard over gleaming flats the old unchanging sound Of the old unchanging Sea . My soul and yours— O hand in hand let us fare forth , two ghosts , Into the ghostliness , The infinite and abounding solitudes , Beyond - O beyond ! - beyond ...
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... heard The troubled voice of Eve Naming the wondering folk of Paradise . Your sense is sealed , or you should hear them tell The tale of their dim life and all Its compost of experience : how the Sun Spreads them their daily feast ...
... heard The troubled voice of Eve Naming the wondering folk of Paradise . Your sense is sealed , or you should hear them tell The tale of their dim life and all Its compost of experience : how the Sun Spreads them their daily feast ...
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... heard a mystic voice exclaiming , " Cenci , Cenci , " in reference to the tragic theme which occupied him at the time ) , it was not at Rome only that he mistook the cry of " old rags . " The habit of somnambulism is said to have ...
... heard a mystic voice exclaiming , " Cenci , Cenci , " in reference to the tragic theme which occupied him at the time ) , it was not at Rome only that he mistook the cry of " old rags . " The habit of somnambulism is said to have ...
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... heard all be describes . On the imaginative side he was far behind , and far before , his own time ; he belongs partly to the earlier Middle Ages , and partly to an age still far in the future . The stories of ' The Unknown Church ' and ...
... heard all be describes . On the imaginative side he was far behind , and far before , his own time ; he belongs partly to the earlier Middle Ages , and partly to an age still far in the future . The stories of ' The Unknown Church ' and ...
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Achanna æsthetic amet qui nunquam artistic beauty Bibelot Bouillabaisse carved church colour Connla cras amet dark dead death Divine Doris dream earth essay EUGENE LEE-HAMILTON eyes F. W. H. MYERS face feeling Fiona Macleod flowers friends gaze gleam gold golden green grew hair hand hath loved heard heart hope human Hybla Iona J. W. MACKAIL lady Let him love light living London look love to-morrow lovers Macleod's mysterious mystic nature never loved night nunquam amavit nymphs once passed passion past Percy Bysshe Shelley Pervigilium Veneris poems poet poet's poetry powers primordial quique amavit red pike romance rose Rossetti round Scathach seemed shadow Shelley silence sing Socialist song soul spirit spring stood story strange sweet thee things THOMAS PARNELL Thou thought tion trees turned Venus verse voice wild William Morris wind woman words write
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Seite 412 - Bouillabaisse. Ah me ! ho'w quick the days are flitting ! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup.
Seite 437 - THE play is done ; the curtain drops, Slow falling, to the prompter's bell : A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task ; And when he's laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that's anything but gay.
Seite 346 - Under the arch of Life, where love and death, Terror and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw Beauty enthroned ; and though her gaze struck awe, I drew it in as simply as my breath. Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath, The sky and sea bend on thee, — which can draw, By sea or sky or woman, to one law, The allotted bondman of her palm and wreath. This is that Lady Beauty, in whose praise Thy voice and hand shake still, — long known to thee...
Seite 420 - CHRISTMAS is here ; Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we ; Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree. Once on the boughs Birds of rare plume Sang, in its bloom ; Night-birds are we ; Here we carouse, Singing, like them, Perched round the stem Of the jolly old tree.
Seite 437 - I'd say, the griefs, the joys, Just hinted in this mimic page, The triumphs and defeats of boys, Are but repeated in our age. I'd say, your woes were not less keen. Your hopes more vain than those of men; Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen At forty-five played o'er again. I'd say, we suffer and we strive. Not less nor more as men than boys; With grizzled beards at forty-five, As erst at twelve in corduroys.
Seite 358 - O born with me somewhere that men forget, And though in years of sight and sound unmet, Known for my soul's birth-partner well enough!
Seite 411 - I'd scarce a beard upon my face, And now a grizzled, grim old fogy, I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse. Where are you, old companions trusty Of early days here met to dine ? Come, waiter ! quick, a flagon crusty — I'll pledge them in the good old wine. The kind old voices and old faces My memory can quick retrace; Around the board they take their places, And share the wine and Bouillabaisse.
Seite 362 - Love's own breast, — Where round the secret of all spheres All angels lay their wings to rest, — How shall my soul stand rapt and awed, When, by the new birth borne abroad Throughout the music of the suns, It enters in her soul at once And knows the silence there for God ! Here with her face doth memory sit Meanwhile, and wait the day's decline, Till other eyes shall look from it, Eyes of the spirit's Palestine, Even than the old gaze tenderer : While hopes and aims long lost with her Stand round...
Seite 409 - s an inn, not rich and splendid, But still in comfortable case ; The which in youth I oft attended, To eat a bowl of Bouillabaisse.
Seite 410 - It is the lot of saint and sinner, So honest TERRE'S run his race." "What will Monsieur require for dinner ? " "Say, do you still cook Bouillabaisse ? " " Oh, oui, Monsieur," 's the waiter's answer; " Quel vin Monsieur desire-t-il ? " "Tell me a good one."— "That I * can, Sir : The Chambertin with yellow seal.