The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, àÅèÁ·Õè 4,©ºÑº·Õè 4

»¡Ë¹éÒ
Charles Wells Moulton
C. W. Moulton, 1892
 

©ºÑºÍ×è¹æ - ´Ù·Ñé§ËÁ´

¤ÓáÅÐÇÅÕ·Õ辺ºèÍÂ

º·¤ÇÒÁ·Õèà»ç¹·Õè¹ÔÂÁ

˹éÒ 453 - O sir, I will not be so hard-hearted ; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : it shall be inventoried ; and every particle, and utensil...
˹éÒ 408 - Let thy whole strength go to each ; Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) Joys are sent thee here below : Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go. One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armed band : One will fade as others greet thee ; Shadows passing through the land.
˹éÒ 453 - O ! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give : The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves.
˹éÒ 408 - ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
˹éÒ 383 - Do you ask how I lived in the Valley ? I weep, and I dream, and I pray. But my tears are as sweet as the dewdrops That fall on the roses in May; And my prayer, like a perfume from Censers, Ascendeth to God night and day. In the hush of the Valley of Silence I dream all the songs that I sing; And the music floats down the dim Valley, Till each finds a word for a wing, That to hearts, like the Dove of the Deluge, A message of Peace they may bring.
˹éÒ 398 - The bravest battle that ever was fought ; Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not; It was fought by the mothers of men.
˹éÒ 408 - A WOMAN'S QUESTION Before I trust my Fate to thee, Or place my hand in thine, Before I let thy Future give Colour and form to mine, Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me. I break all slighter bonds, nor feel A shadow of regret: Is there one link within the Past, That holds thy spirit yet? Or is thy Faith as clear and free as that which I can pledge to thee? Does there within thy...
˹éÒ 453 - Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty ; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams ; Climes which the sun, who sheds the brightest day Earth knows, is all unworthy to survey. Yet there the soul shall enter which hath earned That privilege by virtue.
˹éÒ 382 - I WALK down the Valley of Silence — Down the dim, voiceless valley — alone! And I hear not the fall of a footstep Around me, save God's and my own; And the hush of my heart is as holy As hovers where angels have flown!
˹éÒ 409 - Oh, tell me before all is lost! Look deeper still: if thou canst feel, Within thy inmost soul, That thou hast kept a portion back, While I have staked the whole: Let no false pity spare the blow, But in true mercy tell me so.

ºÃóҹءÃÁ