Lyrical PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1891 - 242 หน้า |
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Apollo April Fool APRIL LOVE Autumn bird bleat blow boughs breast breath brow caress of steel carol chant cheek cuckoo Czar daffodils dawn dead dear death dost doth earth England English eyes face fair fame feel feet FELSENEGG flowers foam Funereal mist gaze gleam gloaming glory glow golden green greet hail harvest hath hear heart Heaven hushed kiss lambs lark laugh leaves lily linger lonely love's mellow MESOLONGI mong morning neath nest never night nightingale o'er pale phorminx poet praise prayer primrose ringdove roam rose round scent season shadow falls shine shore silence sing sleep smile snow song song and sword soul soul sleeps sound Spring stars strain stream Summer sweet swells tears tender thee thou throstle thrush unto vainly Vaucluse VIII voice waves wend wind windflowers wings Winter wintry worth living youth
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หน้า 167 - Whom the gods love die young' was said of yore, And many deaths do they escape by this: The death of friends, and that which slays even more — The death of friendship, love, youth, all that is, Except mere breath ; and since the silent shore Awaits at last even those who longest miss The old archer's shafts, perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
หน้า 160 - Long as at tale of anguish swells The heart, and lids grow wet, And at the sound of Christmas bells We pardon and forget ; So long as Faith with Freedom reigns, And loyal Hope survives, And gracious Charity remains To leaven lowly lives ; While there is one untrodden tract For Intellect or Will, And men are free to think and act, Life is worth living still.
หน้า 54 - I would lead thee where the leaves In the moon-rays glisten ; And, where shadows fall in sheaves, We would lean and listen For the song of that sweet bird That in April nights is heard. VII. And when weary lids would close, And thy head was drooping, Then, like dew that steeps the rose, O'er thy languor stooping, I would, till I woke a sigh, Kiss thy sweet lips silently. VIII. I would give thee all I own, All thou hast would borrow ; I from thee would keep alone Fear and doubt and sorrow. All of...
หน้า 7 - neath the eaves ; Ere the thrush his song rehearse, Sweeter than all poets' verse ; Ere the early bleating lambs Cling like shadows to their dams ; Ere the blackthorn breaks to white, Snowy-hooded anchorite ; Out from every hedge you look, You are bright by every brook, Wearing for your sole defence Fearlessness of innocence. While the daffodils still waver, Ere the jonquil gets its savour ; While the linnets yet but pair, You are fledged, and everywhere. Nought can daunt you, nought distress, Neither...
หน้า 159 - When Summer, lingering half-forlorn, On Autumn loves to lean, And fields of slowly yellowing corn Are girt by woods still green; When hazel-nuts wax brown and plump, And apples rosy-red, And the owlet hoots from hollow stump, And the dormouse makes its bed; When crammed are all the granary floors, And the Hunter's moon is bright, And life again is sweet indoors, And logs again alight; Ay, even when the houseless wind Waileth through cleft and chink, And in the twilight maids grow kind, And jugs are...
หน้า 117 - Therefore, chime sweet and safely, village bells, And, rustic chancels, woo to reverent prayer, And, wise and simple, to the porch repair Round which Death, slumbering, dreamlike heaves and swells. Let hound and horn in wintry woods and dells Make jocund music though the boughs be bare, And whistling yokel guide his gleaming share Hard by the homes where gentle lordship dwells. Therefore sit high enthroned on every hill, Authority ! and loved in every vale; Nor, old Tradition, falter in the tale...
หน้า 49 - From callow youth to mellow age, Men turn the leaf and scan the page, And note, with smart of loss, How wit to wisdom did mature, How duty burned ambition pure, And purged away the dross.
หน้า 161 - Not care to live while English homes Nestle in English trees, And England's Trident-Sceptre roams Her territorial seas ! Not live while English songs are sung Wherever blows the wind, And England's laws and England's tongue Enfranchise half mankind ! So long as in Pacific main, Or on Atlantic strand, Our kin transmit the parent strain, And love the Mother- land; So long as flashes English steel, And English trumpets shrill, He is dead already who doth not feel Life is worth living still.
หน้า 158 - IS LIFE WORTH LIVING? Is life worth living ? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo's song, To show that she is here; So long as May of April takes, In smiles and tears, farewell, And windflowers dapple all the brakes, And primroses the dell...