Poems of Passion

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Morrill, Higgins & Company, 1883 - 160 páginas
 

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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.
Página 132 - 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. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Página 132 - But they do not need your woe. 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.
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 - And meet the friends who wait for me, I know. I never stand above a bier and see The seal of death set on some well-loved face But that I think, " 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 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 40 - And singing that self-same 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.
Página 131 - Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not want your woe.
Página 113 - Let there be many windows to your soul, That all the glory of the universe May beautify it. Not the narrow pane Of one poor creed can catch the radiant rays That shine from countless sources. Tear away The blinds of superstition; let the light Pour through fair windows broad as Truth itself And high as God.
Página 86 - To know for an hour you were mine completelyMine in body and soul, my own — I would bear unending tortures sweetly, With not a murmur and not a moan. A lighter sin or a lesser error Might change through hope or fear divine — But there is no fear, and hell has no terror To change or alter a love like mine.

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