Leaves of LifeLongmans, Green, 1888 - 185 pàgines |
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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bear birds breast breath brown budding days CHRISTMAS ROSES cold cowslip cried crown crown of thorns crystal eyes daffodils darkness death deed desolate despair divine dreams earth empty eternal eyes face fair fate feet flowers garden glad gleam gold golden gray green grew grow hand heard heart heaven hold hope hour kiss knew laid laugh life's light lily lily bloomed lips live look lost love's magic dance meadows moon mother dear neath never night pass perfect tribute PIXIES pray prayer rest rose sake saw her stand scent shadow shine sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul spoke spring star stir strife strong summer summer wind Summer's dreams sweet sweetheart tears thee things tired UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA voice wave weary weep wind woman woods word youth
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Pàgina iii - Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.
Pàgina 80 - Dear Master, in whose life I see All that I would, but fail to be, Let Thy clear light for ever shine To shame and guide this life of mine. Though what I dream and what I do In my weak days are always two, Help me oppressed by things undone, O Thou, whose deeds and dreams were one.
Pàgina 13 - SILENT room— gray with a dusty blight £\ Of loneliness; A room with not enough of life or light Its form to dress. Books enough though ! The groaning sofa bears A goodly store — Books on the window-seat, and on the chairs, And on the floor. Books of all sorts of soul, all sorts of age, All sorts of face — Black-letter, vellum, and the flimsy page Of commonplace. All bindings, from the cloth whose hue distracts One's weary nerves, To yellow parchment, binding rare old tracts It serves — deserves....
Pàgina 106 - And she was silent too. They turned to torture him further, If further might be — in vain ; He had held his peace in that threefold hell, And he never spoke again : The end of the uttermost anguish The soul of the man could bear, Was the madhouse where tyrants bury The broken shells of despair. By the heaven renounced in her service, By the hell thrice braved for her sake, By the years of madness and silence, By the heart that her enemies brake ; By the young life's promise ruined, By the years...
Pàgina 2 - But she began to weep and to rebuke him, saying, 'Son, why hast thou done this? In return for the body I bore thee, thou hast filled me with grief. For the milk with which I nourished thee, thou hast given me tears. For the kiss with which I kissed thee, thou hast given me an aching heart. . . .
Pàgina 16 - It's a dead flower that makes it open so — Forget-me-not — The Marriage Service . . . well, my dear, you know Who first forgot. Those were the days when in the choir we two Sat — used to sing — When I believed in God, in love, in you — In everything. Through quiet lanes to church we used to come, Happy and good, Clasp hands through sermon, and go slowly home Down through the wood. Kisses ? A certain yellow rose no doubt That porch still shows, Whenever I hear kisses talked about I smell...
Pàgina 120 - But if you thus were strong to flee From sweet spells woven of moon and sea, Are you quite sure that you would reach, Without one backward look, the beach?
Pàgina 177 - ... wold. The fat, blithe blackbirds on the lawn Rejoice to see the grass grown green ; And starlings, where the thatched roofs lean, Chatter in gray and windy dawn. And spring is here — but with the spring Come bitter winds, and cold, cold showers ; Will these not slay the wakening flowers And stay the buds from blossoming ? No — in despite of wind and rain, The year will add to flowers new flowers, Till summer comes with burning hours, And all the roses live again. And we— no chill that time...
Pàgina 105 - Her arms round his neck were clinging, Her lips his cold lips caressed ; He suddenly flung her from him, And folded his arms on his breast. She wept, she shrieked, she struggled, She cursed him in God's name, For the woe of her early dying, And for her dying's shame. And still he stood, and his silence Like fire was burning him through, Then the muskets spoke once, through his silence, And she was silent too.