Hawthorn and Lavender, with Other VersesHarper & brothers, 1901 - 8 sivua |
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antient April beauty bird saith blackguard blood blow blue brave break breath bugles of ENGLAND colour daffodil dawn dead dear heart delight desperate dream drunkard's dusk dust earth eyes fading fain flowers ghost glad gloom glory GOD'S gold grace grave green grief gyre hath heart on heart hedgerows Henley and R. L. Here's Hesper High ensigns hills lark Lest life's light linger living LIZA LIZA's old look love and death love's lovers lust mighty moon of roses Mother MUSWELL HILL night Nurselings old-world orb and crown pain passion peace Poplar praise pride R. L. Stevenson rain Red rose reluctant woods sang my Lady sheaves shine Shoreham sigh silent skies song sorrow soul sovran Spring stars strife sweet tears things thrush triumphing true W. E. Henley white roses wind wing and wing woman wonder year's first crocus year's first rose
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Sivu lxxxvii - To all and singular,' as Dryden says, We bring a fancy of those Georgian days, Whose style still breathed a faint and fine perfume Of old-world courtliness and old-world bloom : When speech was elegant and talk was fit, For slang had not been canonised as wit ; When manners reigned, when breeding had the wall, And Women — yes ! — were ladies first of all ; When Grace was conscious of its gracefulness, And man — though Man ! — was not ashamed to dress. A brave formality, a measured ease Were...
Sivu xxxix - Grows old, and dies ; And, but for such a lovely snatch of hair As this, none — none could guess, or know That She was kind and fair, And he had nights and days beyond compare — How many dusty and silent years ago ! xxv THIS is the moon of roses, The lovely and flowerful time And, as white roses climb the wall, Your dreams about me climb.
Sivu xli - It was a bowl of roses: There in the light they lay, Languishing, glorying, glowing Their life away. And the soul of them rose like a presence, Into me crept and grew, And filled me with something — someone — O, was it you?
Sivu lii - Since those we love and those we hate, With all things mean and all things great, Pass in a desperate disarray Over the hills and far away : It must be, dear, that, late or soon, Out of the ken of the watching moon, We shall abscond with Yesterday Over the hills and far away. What does it matter ? As I deem, We shall but follow as brave a dream As ever smiled a wanton May Over the hills and far away. We shall remember, and, in pride, Fare forth, fulfilled and satisfied, Into the land of Ever-and-Aye,...
Sivu lxxxiii - Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass, And own that, if her aspirates take their ease, She ever makes a point, in washing glass, Handling the engine, turning taps for tots, And countering change, and scorning what men say, Of posing as a dove among the pots, Nor often gives her dignity away. Her head's a work of art, and, if her eyes Be tired and ignorant, she has a waist; Cheaply the Mode she shadows; and she tries From penny novels to amend her taste ; And, having mopped the zinc for certain...
Sivu xxxiv - ... the right proportions of the forces I am balancing. I was no abnormal man, and that world of order we desire to make must be built of such stuff as I was and am and can beget. You cannot have a world of Baileys; it would end in one orderly generation. Humanity is begotten in Desire, lives by Desire. "Love which is lust, is the Lamp in the Tomb; Love which is lust, is the Call from the Gloom.
Sivu xxxiv - Love, which is lust, is the Lamp in the Tomb. Love, which is lust,' is the Call from the Gloom. Love, which is lust, is the Main of Desire. Love, which is lust, is the Centric Fire. So man and woman will keep their trust, Till the very Springs of the Sea run dust. Yea, each with the other will lose and win, Till the very Sides of the Grave fall in.
Sivu lx - In Shoreham River, hurrying down To the live sea, By working, marrying, breeding Shoreham Town, Breaking the sunset's wistful and solemn dream, An old, black rotter of a boat Past service to the labouring, tumbling flote, Lay stranded in mid-stream : With a horrid list, a frightening lapse from the line, That made me think of legs and a broken spine : Soon, all too soon, Ungainly and forlorn to lie Full in the eye Of the cynical, discomfortable moon That, as I looked, stared from the fading sky,...
Sivu cxii - With a million - throated shouting, swoops and storms War, the Red Angel, the Awakener, The Shaker of Souls and Thrones ; and at her heel Trail grief, and ruin, and shame! The woman weeps her man, the mother her son, The tenderling its father. In wild hours, A people, haggard with defeat, Asks if there be a God; yet sets its teeth, Faces calamity, and goes into the fire Another than it was. And in wild hours A people, roaring ripe With victory, rises, menaces, stands renewed, Sheds its old...