Gabriel [a poem] by B.R. Parkes |
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... an inner spring . Who loves not Easter ? Holiest time And radiance of the circling year ! Flow forth to greet my Friend , sweet rhyme , And henceforth sing it , -doubly dear . HIS BIRTH HIS TEACHING HIS SINGING DIEU - DONNÉ THE ( ▽ )
... an inner spring . Who loves not Easter ? Holiest time And radiance of the circling year ! Flow forth to greet my Friend , sweet rhyme , And henceforth sing it , -doubly dear . HIS BIRTH HIS TEACHING HIS SINGING DIEU - DONNÉ THE ( ▽ )
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... dear , Made answers to his trumpet call . Each stammering syllable he caught , She dared , possess'd of God , rehearse , And with a poet's instinct wrought Her utterance to prophetic verse . HIS SINGING . My Gabriel on the heavenly ...
... dear , Made answers to his trumpet call . Each stammering syllable he caught , She dared , possess'd of God , rehearse , And with a poet's instinct wrought Her utterance to prophetic verse . HIS SINGING . My Gabriel on the heavenly ...
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... dear , Tho ' I , ill - gifted with perpetual powers , Should live till when the virgin forest yields Her untouch'd beauty to a thousand towers , And these again their stones to lonely fields ; Tho ' all the suns that do in heaven burn ...
... dear , Tho ' I , ill - gifted with perpetual powers , Should live till when the virgin forest yields Her untouch'd beauty to a thousand towers , And these again their stones to lonely fields ; Tho ' all the suns that do in heaven burn ...
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... . So lightly , lightly did he tread , He walk'd as poets walk , not men , His step might not profane the dead ; When his dear foot caress'd the ground The very flowers sprang up again . If he were beautiful or no , I never knew 26 GABRIEL .
... . So lightly , lightly did he tread , He walk'd as poets walk , not men , His step might not profane the dead ; When his dear foot caress'd the ground The very flowers sprang up again . If he were beautiful or no , I never knew 26 GABRIEL .
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... dear angels wear , Who gaze upon Him in that place Which knoweth nought of time or space , But is built up of love and prayer ! Forth from such smile doth that fine influence run , As when thro ' green leaves streams the westering sun ...
... dear angels wear , Who gaze upon Him in that place Which knoweth nought of time or space , But is built up of love and prayer ! Forth from such smile doth that fine influence run , As when thro ' green leaves streams the westering sun ...
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Æneas ancient Art thou ask'd awful beauty beeches Behold blended bless blossom blue breath breeze Brooding brought cast CHARING CROSS curl'd dainty dare dead dear death deep divine doth dream dwell earth England evermore eyes fail'd faint fame fear fill'd fire Fling flow flowers full of love genius give glorious gold golden grace hath heart heaven heed hope Italy kiss land live look Lycidas lyre Milan mother earth murmur musing mystic night noble nought o'er pain pass'd passion past Plato ploughshare poet poet's praise prayer rhyme Rome rose sang seem'd shadow shining shore silent sing skies smile softly song soul spirit STAMFORD STREET strange stream streets strength sublime subtle summer sweet tender thee things thou thought thro touch'd tree tremble true true thing truth Venice verse voice vow'd watch'd wild WILLIAM CLOWES wind words youth
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Страница 75 - Fa fair wood like this, where the beeches are growing, Brave Robin Hood hunted in days of old; Down his broad shoulders his brown locks fell flowing, His cap was of green, with a tassel of gold. His eye was as blue as the sky in midsummer, Ruddy his cheek as the oak-leaves in June, Hearty his voice as he hailed the new-comer, Tender to maidens in changeable tune. His step had a strength, and his smile had a sweetness, His spirit was wrought of the sun and the breeze, He moved as a man framed in nature's...
Страница 76 - ... spirit was wrought of the sun and the breeze, He moved as a man framed in nature's completeness, And grew unabashed with the growth of the trees. And ever to poets, who walk in the gloaming, His horn is still heard in the prime of the year; Last eve he went with us, unseen, in our roaming, And thrilled with his presence the shy troops of deer. When the warm sun sank down in a golden declining, And night clomb the slopes and the firs to their tops, And the faint stars to meet her did brighten...
Страница 76 - ... Ruddy his cheek as the oak-leaves in June, Hearty his voice as he hailed the new-comer, Tender to maidens in changeable tune. His step had a strength, and his smile had a sweetness, His spirit was wrought of the sun and the breeze, He moved as a man framed in nature's completeness, And grew unabashed with the growth of the trees. And ever to poets, who walk in the gloaming, His horn is still heard in the prime of the year; Last eve he went with us, unseen, in our roaming, And thrilled with his...
Страница 77 - Ah ! why should we forfeit this earth we inherit For lives which we cannot expand into rhyme! I think, as I lie in the shade of the beeches, How lived and how loved this old hero of song; I would we could follow the lesson he teaches, And dwell, as he dwelt, these wild thickets among. At least for a while, till we caught up the meaning The beeches breathe out in the wealth of their growth, Width in their nobleness, love in their leaning, And peace at the heart from the fulness of both.
Страница 77 - Which slumbers within for a life that were free. We follow the lead unawares of his spirit, He tells us the tales which we heard in past time; Ah ! why should we forfeit this earth we inherit For lives which we cannot expand into rhyme! I think, as I lie in the shade of the beeches, How lived and how loved this old hero of song; I would we could follow the lesson he teaches, And dwell, as he dwelt, these wild thickets among. At least for a while, till we...
Страница 31 - They make and take the public hue, They count by votes, and she by hearts ! They wear the silk, she wears the serge, They live by peace, she thrives in sorrow, They stand secure, she treads the verge, They have to-day, — she has — to-morrow...
Страница 17 - The farthest isles of the sea rejoice As she flings their cocoa-nuts into his lap ; Rap tap, rap tap, The feudal bonds of the earth go snap ! He who was bred on the cottage floor Climbs the steps to the castle door, Hangs his hat in the blazon'd hall, And floats his flag from the highest wall.
Страница 21 - Fling thyself boldly on the shoreless sea, — God the Upholder will take care of...