PoemsHurd and Houghton, 1877 - 188 страници |
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bayberry beauty birds bliss blow BOBOLINK BOON ISLAND breeze bright calm caress cheer clear cloud cold cried curlew dark dawn dead death deep delicate delight divine dream drear earth eyes face fair flowers FOOTPRINTS glad gleam glowing God's golden gray grew GULL happy hear heart HEARTBREAK HILL heaven Heaven's gate Ipswich town ISLES OF SHOALS JACK FROST kissed kittiwake land leagues of shadow life's light light-house lonely look mighty music MOZART night o'er pain pale pimpernel POCAHONTAS purple Purple finch quiet rapture rocks rose rosy sail sandpiper shadow shining shining path shore silent sing skies slow smiles soft softly song sorrow soul sound splendor spray star storm SUMMER DAY sunset sunshine swallows sweet swept tears tender thee thou thought thrill tide touch Trembling TRYST voice warm WATCH OF BOON waves weary whisper wide wild wind wistful
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Страница 32 - SANDPIPER. Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I ; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered driftwood bleached and dry. The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, — One little sandpiper and I. Above our heads the sullen clouds Scud black and swift across the sky ; Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds Stand out the white light-houses high. Almost as far as eye can reach I see the close-reefed vessels...
Страница 157 - ... And oh, how sweet they sing ! To tell the happy children That once again 'tis spring. The gay green grass comes creeping So soft beneath their feet ; The frogs begin to ripple A music clear and sweet. And buttercups are coming, And scarlet columbine ; And in the sunny meadows The dandelions shine. And just as many daisies As their soft hands can hold The little ones may gather, All fair in white and gold. Here blows the warm red clover, There peeps the violet blue ; O happy little children, God...
Страница 33 - I watch him as he skims along, Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; He starts not at my fitful song, Or flash of fluttering drapery; He has no thought of any wrong; He scans me with a fearless eye. Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, The little sandpiper and I. Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire will burn so bright! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky; For...
Страница 99 - God, to beckon such a fate. And do not tell me the Almighty Master Would work a miracle to save the one, And yield the other up to dire disaster, By merely human justice thus outdone ! Vainly we weep and wrestle with our sorrow — We cannot see his roads, they lie so broad: 66 GUENDOLEN But his eternal day knows no to-morrow, And life and death are all the same with God.
Страница 113 - THE PIMPERNEL. SHE walks beside the silent shore, The tide is high, the breeze is still ; No ripple breaks the ocean floor, The sunshine sleeps upon the hill. The turf is warm beneath her feet, Bordering the beach of stone and shell, And thick about her path the sweet Red blossoms of the pimpernel. " O, sleep not yet, my flower !" she cries, " Nor prophesy of storm to come ; Tell me that under steadfast skies Fair winds shall bring my lover home.
Страница 104 - Three times the night, too terrible to bear, Descended, shrouded in the storm. At last The sun rose clear and still on her despair, And all her striving to the winds she cast, And bowed her head and let the light die out, For the wide sea lay calm as her dead love. When evening fell, from the far land, in doubt, Vainly to find that faithful star men strove. Sailors and landsmen look, and women's eyes, For pity ready, search in vain the night, And wondering neighbor unto neighbor cries, "Now what,...
Страница 135 - GRACEFUL, tossing plume of glowing gold, Waving lonely on the rocky ledge; Leaning seaward, lovely to behold, Clinging to the high cliff's ragged edge; Burning in the pure September sky, Spike of gold against the stainless blue, Do you watch the vessels drifting by ? Does the quiet day seem long to you ? Up to you I climb...
Страница 106 - BEETHOVEN. O SOVEREIGN Master! stern and splendid power, That calmly dost both time and death defy; Lofty and lone as mountain peaks that tower, Leading our thoughts up to the eternal sky: Keeper of some divine, mysterious key, Raising us far above all human care, Unlocking awful gates of harmony To let heaven's light in on the world's despair; Smiter of solemn chords that still command Echoes in souls that suffer and aspire, In the great moment while we hold thy hand, Baptized with pain and rapture,...
Страница 42 - O Spanish women, over the far seas, Could I but show you where your dead repose! Could I send tidings on this northern breeze That strong and steady blows! Dear dark-eyed sisters, you remember yet These you have lost, but you can never know One stands at their bleak graves whose eyes are wet With thinking of your woe I...
Страница 104 - All joys; who rules the earth, and without rest Roams the vast shuddering spaces of the sea. Death found them ; turned his face and passed her by. But laid a finger on her lover's lips, And there was silence. Then the storm ran high, And tossed and troubled sore the distant ships. Nay, who shall speak the terrors of the night, The speechless sorrow, the supreme despair? Still like a ghost she trimmed the waning light, Dragging her slow weight up the winding stair.