Tuscany: And Other PoemsUnion and Times Press, 1909 - 82 หน้า |
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Agamemnon Apollo April April 17 April 22 Arcady Art Thou Atreus beauty bitter blest blooms blossom breath brow charm Christ Chryses crown dead dear death divine doth dread dream earth evermore eyes fade fair fame fate fled flowers forever friendship future's gleam glow golden grace greet grief hail hast hath heroes Herrick sang honor hope hope and fear immortal Italy Jenyns King kiss land laughs life's little hour Lonesome Valley Lord love thee love's magnolia mighty moan moonbeams morning neath never o'er Ozymandias peace perfume realm Rejoice roses rosy serene shadow shining silver sing smiling SOAME JENYNS song sorrow spirit splendor storm sweet sweeter sweetheart of Virginia Swell tears thine thou art thought thy gentleness thy loveliness thy memory thy window triumph triumph song truth Tuscany unto vales Venice wings winsome yearned Youth and Glory Zeus
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หน้า 62 - Here lies poor Johnson — reader, have a care : Tread lightly, lest you rouse a sleeping bear ; Religious, moral, generous, and humane He was— but self-sufficient, rude, and vain ; Ill-bred and overbearing in dispute ; A scholar and a Christian — yet a brute. Would you know all his wisdom and his folly, His actions, sayings, mirth, and melancholy, Boswell and Thrale, retailers of his wit, Will tell you how he wrote, and talk'd, and cough'd, and spit.
หน้า 54 - Dear, the pang is brief, Do thy part, Have thy pleasure ! How perplexed Grows belief! Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart: Crumble it, and what comes next ? Is it God ? WOMEN AND ROSES i I DREAM of a red-rose tree.
หน้า 4 - The smiling, white-winged angel of the Lord. TO THE WIND FLOWER. SWEET, winsome flower that decks the wold Despite the snowdrift's chilling cold, Dost thou to March's kiss unfold Thy petals pure? Or hast thou wakened at the song The Redbreast trills, as, bold and strong. Through early groves he wings along, Of summer sure? Nay, soft as is thy perfume thrown, So is thy mystic coming known ; Thou bloomest when the winds have blown, A beauteous thing! That we may know when storms are rife, And tawdry...
หน้า 11 - Ndhe des Geliebten.") I think of thee, when from, the sea's expanses The sunshine beams ; I think of thee, when rippling moonlight dances In picturing streams. I vision thee, when on the distant ridgeway The dust appears — In darksome night, when on the slender bridgeway The wanderer fears. 'Tis thee I hear when yon with echoing voices The billow calls ; Thy whisper in still wood my heart rejoices, When silence falls.
หน้า 43 - Not only that thy puissant arm could bind The tyrant of a world and, conquering Fate, Enfranchise Europe, do I deem thee great ; But that in all thy actions I do find Exact propriety ; no gusts of mind Fitful and wild, but that continuous state Of ordered impulse mariners await, In some benignant and enriching wind, — The breath ordained of Nature.
หน้า 41 - For swains and maidens all were true. Each haply did a path pursue Where nature's beauties sprang to view ; Nor did life's fragrance ever fail, When Herrick sang. Quaint bard of love, to him are due The thanks that breathe the ages through ; For roses red and lilies pale, And all the blooms that scent the dale, To sweet and sweeter perfume grew, When Herrick sang.
หน้า 5 - ... O'er all the scene; Like some fair maid with face demure, Yet witching glance from eye-depths pure, Whose every aspect doth allure With grace serene. Sure blest, sweet flower, is lot of thine, And doubly blest compared with mine ; Thou seest content each sun decline, Nor askest why ; I dumbly watch youth's rosy years, As each, 'twixt meteor hopes and fears, Trembles and fades and disappears In leaden sky. But e'en upon thy tender leaf, I spy a dew-drop tear of grief ; — Would, human sorrows...
หน้า 4 - ... is thy mystic coming known ; Thou bloomest when the winds have blown, A beauteous thing! That we may know when storms are rife, And tawdry joys fade in their strife, The sweetest flowers of human life From trouble spring. Thus thou within this tangled dell, Where Wildling, woodsy spirits dwell, Has cast the magic of thy spell O'er all the scene : Like some fair maid with face demure, Yet witching glance from eye-depths pure Whose every aspect doth allure With grace serene. Sure, blest, sweet...
หน้า 5 - Thou seest content each sun decline, Nor askest why ; I dumbly watch youth's rosy years, As each, 'twixt meteor hopes and fears, Trembles and fades and disappears In leaden sky. But e'en upon thy tender leaf, I spy a dew-drop tear of grief ; — Would human sorrows were as brief. And, ah, as few! Yet oft what seemeth gruesome ill, Is but the dew our souls distill To keep us sweet, against our will. And fair to view. LOVE IMPRISONED. LOVE offended me one day With his roguish, teasing play. So I took...
หน้า 7 - ... were dumb, Who let love's torch lie smoking in the dust, Nor lit life's light from that ambrosial flame. So joy's soft splendor faded from their days, As dies away Aurora's rosy glance In the dim depths of ancient Tithon's orbs. But on this shore of sorrow now they stood With face a-cold that...