The PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1897 - 422 pages |
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Arguano Asshur Baby Bell Bagoas beneath bird blue bosom boughs brave breast breath brow cheek cloud dark dawn dead dear death dream earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL EDWIN BOOTH eyes face feet fell fingers fled flower gate girl gold gone grave gray hair hand heart heaven HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL Holofernes hour Ispahan Judith kiss knew LABOISSIÈRE land laugh leaf light lips look lord LOUVOIS lover lute Marah MERCEDES Miantowona mist moan Muchachita never NIEUWE KERK AMSTERDAM night Nineveh once PADRE JOSÉF pale pass Perchance poet prince purple queen rhyme rose seemed shadow silver sing sky is gray sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul stars stood strange sweet tears thee thine thing thou thought touch tower Tsar turned URSULA voice wind wine wing woman word Wyndham yonder
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Page 4 - ... go, Bearing the holy dead to heaven. She touched a bridge of flowers; those feet, So light they did not bend the bells Of the celestial asphodels, They fell like dew upon the flowers; Then all the air grew strangely sweet! And thus came dainty Baby Bell Into this world of ours.
Page 7 - Ah! how we loved her, God can tell; Her heart was folded deep in ours. Our hearts are broken, Baby Bell!
Page 48 - In Grantham church they lie asleep; Just where, the verger may not know. Strange that two hundred years should keep The old ancestral fires aglow! In me these two have met again; To each my nature owes a part: To one, the cool and reasoning brain; To one, the quick, unreasoning heart.
Page 44 - Up stairs are not ours, to be sure! — You are just a sweet bride in her bloom, All sunshine, and snowy, and pure. As the carriage rolls down the dark street The little wife laughs and makes cheer; But ... I wonder what day of the week, I wonder what month of the year.
Page 275 - WIDE open and unguarded stand our gates, Named of the four winds, North, South, East, and West; Portals that lead to an enchanted land Of cities, forests, fields of living gold, Vast prairies, lordly summits touched with snow...
Page 386 - Enamored architect of airy rhyme, Build as thou wilt, heed not what each man says. Good souls, but innocent of dreamers' ways, Will come, and marvel why thou wastest time; Others, beholding how thy turrets climb 'Twixt theirs and heaven, will hate thee all thy days; But most beware of those who come to praise.
Page 356 - MEMORY My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour — 'Twas noon by yonder village tower, And on the last blue noon in May — The wind came briskly up this way, Crisping the brook beside the road ; Then, pausing here, set down its load Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly Two petals from that wild-rose tree.
Page 34 - Lured him not long, nor that soft German air He loved could keep him. Ever his own land Fettered his heart and brought him back again. What sounds are these of farewell and despair Borne on the winds across the wintry main! What unknown way is this that he has gone, Our Bayard, in such silence and alone ? What dark new quest has tempted him once more To leave us ? Vainly, standing by the shore, We strain our eyes. But patience! When the soft Spring gales are blowing over Cedarcroft, Whitening the...
Page 284 - Others shall have their little space of time, Their proper niche and bust, then fade away Into the darkness, poets of a day ; But thou, O builder of enduring rhyme, Thou shalt not pass ! Thy fame in every clime On earth shall live where Saxon speech has sway.
Page 6 - Whose meaning lay beyond our reach. She never was a child to us, We never held her being's key; We could not teach her holy things, She was Christ's self in purity. It came upon us by degrees, We saw its shadow ere it fell, The knowledge that our God had sent His messenger for Baby Bell.