Poems of PassionW. B. Conkey Company, 1883 - 160 páginas |
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art thou barque BEAUTIFUL BLUE DANUBE BEPPO bird bliss breast breath bright clasp dawn dead dear death delight DELILAH Demeter doth Love speak DROUTH ELEUSIS emotions eyes face fair fall fate feel fierce Finem fond forever forget gaze glory glow grace grave Guilo hand hear heart Heaven Isaura kiss LAND OF NOD last eve lean hard Let me lean life's light Little Queen look lost love but once love stays love's mighty MISALLIANCE neath never night pain passion path perfect pleasure poems rapture regret rhyme river rose SADDEST HOUR seems sigh Silence sing skies smile solar system song sorrow soul soul's splendor stars strange strife Sweep sweet sweet kisses swift tears tender thee thine thou thought thrill tide tire true truth valley wait waltz-quadrille white ship wine word youth
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Página 131 - Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all, — There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die.
Página 131 - LAUGH, and the world laughs with you ; Weep, and you weep alone, For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care.
Página 21 - After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires, There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days, Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze. So after Love has led us, till he tires Of his own throes and torments and desires, Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze He beckons us to follow, and across Cool, verdant vales we wander free from care. Is it a touch of frost lies in the air? Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?...
Página 122 - One more to welcome me, When I shall cross the intervening space Between this land and that one ' over there ' ; One more to make the strange beyond seem fair.
Página 121 - And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be The home of those of whom I am so fond, They make it seem familiar and most dear, As journeying friends bring distant regions near.
Página 112 - Saviors of the world if we believe In the divinity which dwells in us And worship it, and nail our grosser selves, , Our tempers, greeds, and our unworthy aims Upon the cross. Who giveth love to all, Pays kindness for unkindness7 smiles for frowns, And lends new...
Página 102 - And it is not the poet's song, though sweeter than sweet bells chiming, Which thrills us through and through, but the heart which beats under the rhyming. And therefore I say again, though I am art's own true lover, That it is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.
Página 134 - The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet, And clasps the summer with a new delight, Yet wearied, leaves her languors and her heat When cool-browed autumn dawns upon his sight. The tree outgrows the bud's suggestive grace, And feels new pride in blossoms fully blown. But even this to deeper joy gives place When bending boughs 'neath blushing burdens groan. Life's rarest moments are derived from change. The heart outgrows old happiness, old grief, And suns itself in feelings new and strange;...
Página 135 - ... will go sailing away from here To the beautiful Land of Nod. Away from life's hurry, and flurry, and worry, Away from earth's shadows and gloom, To a world of fair weather we'll float off together Where roses are always in bloom. Just shut up your eyes, and fold your hands, Your hands like the leaves of a rose, And we will go sailing to those fair lands That never an atlas shows. On the North and the West they are bounded by rest, On the South and the East, by dreams; Tis the country ideal, where...
Página 41 - And singing that selfsame air; And between the verses for interlude, I kissed your throat, and your shoulders nude. You were so full of a subtle fire, You were so warm and so sweet, Lisette; You were everything men admire And there were no fetters to make us tire, For you were — a pretty grisette.