PoemsRoberts Brothers, 1870 - 280 páginas |
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Adam beauty beneath blood boughs bower bower's in flower breast breath brow burning cycs Dante Dante's dark dead death doth dreams earth Eden bower's eyes face fair Father feet flame Florence gaze gift God's golden grace hair hand haply hath hear heard heart heart's desire Hell and Heaven hour Jenny John of Tours kiss knee knew lady laughed leaned light Lilith lips Little brother look Lord Sands Love's Mary Mother moan moon mouth night Nineveh o'er once peace poem prayed prayer rose round secret shade shadow shame sighs silence sing Sister Helen sleep smile song SONNET soul speak stood stooped sweet Tall Troy's tears tell teraphim thee thine things thou thought to-day to-night told tongue tree Troy Town Troy's on fire turned Unto voice wandering weep whispering wind wings woman words
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Página 5 - Yea, one wast thou with me That once of old. But shall God lift To endless unity The soul whose likeness with thy soul •We two,' she said, 'will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, With her five handmaidens, whose names Are five sweet symphonies, Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen, Margaret and Rosalys.
Página 6 - sit they, with bound locks And foreheads garlanded ; Into the fine cloth white like flame Weaving the golden thread, To fashion the birth-robes for them Who are just born, being dead. •He shall fear, haply, and be dumb: Then will I lay my check To his, and tell about our love, Not once
Página 249 - heard the day pass. My eyes, wide open, had the run Of some ten weeds to fix upon ; Among those few, out of the sun, The woodspurge flowered, three cups in one. From perfect grief there need not be Wisdom or even memory: One thing then learnt remains to me,— The woodspurge has a cup of three.
Página 242 - when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. • You have been mine before, — How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, — I knew it all of yore. Then, now,
Página 177 - Bertha Broadfoot, Beatrice, Alice, And Ermengarde the lady of Maine,— And that good Joan whom Englishmen At Rouen doomed and burned her there, — Mother of God, where are they then ? . . . But where are the snows of yester-year? Nay, never ask this week, fair lord, Where they are gone, nor yet this
Página 113 - Behold the lilies of the field, They toil not neither do they spin; (So doth the ancient text begin,— Not of such rest as one of these Can share.) Another rest and
Página ix - Its path; and now she spoke as when The stars sang in their spheres. The sun was gone now; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf; and now - • Her voice was like the voice the stars
Página 268 - of Life, where love and death, Terror and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw Beauty enthroned ; and though her gaze struck awe, I drew it in as simply as my breath. Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath, The sky and sea bend on thee, — which
Página 226 - coins squandered and still to pay? Or drops of blood dabbling the guilty feet? Or such spilt water as in dreams must cheat The throats of men in Hell, who thirst alway? I do not sec them here; but after death God knows I know the faces I shall
Página 170 - drove And reddened. In its dim alcove The mirror shed a clearness round. I had been sitting up some nights, And my tired mind felt weak and blank ; Like a sharp strengthening wine it drank The stillness and the broken lights. Twelve struck. That sound, by dwindling years Heard in each hour, crept