A Century of Roundels: And Other Poems |
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Abreast and ahead Angel by name art thou aught behold Beloved and blest blind born bright CENTURY of ROUNDELS Child or boy Cliffs and downs clouds crown Dante's track dark Dead love Death and birth Eros fain Farewell and adieu fear flame flowers GENOA glad gleam godhead Goodnight and goodbye grief hailed hath heaven heavenly bay herald soul hope house accurst laughing life's lighten lips little eyes little feet Love lies bleeding Love's twilight wanes LUTE LYRE Mad March man's mist months bade wane mother sea Mourning on earth nought pass praise rapture rose rosebuds round roundel is wrought SARK scarce scorn sea Bear shine shone sigh sleep soft song that smiled sorrow Soul within sense sound star had set strain sundawn sweet thee thine things thought Three months bade Three times thrice time's twain whence wings wist world's great heart yearned
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Page 48 - A BABY'S feet, like sea-shells pink, •^^ Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet. Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet. No flower-bells that expand and shrink Gleam half so heavenly sweet As shine on life's untrodden brink A baby's feet.
Page 37 - The little feet that never trod Earth, never strayed in field or street, What hand leads upward back to God The little feet ? A rose in June's most honied heat, When life makes keen the kindling sod, Was not so soft and warm and sweet. Their pilgrimage's period A few swift moons have seen complete Since mother's hands first clasped and shod The little feet.
Page 50 - A baby's eyes, ere speech begin, Ere lips learn words or sighs, Bless all things bright enough to win A baby's eyes. Love while the sweet thing laughs and lies, And sleep flows out and in, Sees perfect in them Paradise! Their glance might cast out pain and sin, Their speech make dumb the wise, By mute glad godhead felt within A baby's eyes.
Page 106 - Glory be his for ever, while his land Lives and is free, As with controlling breath and sovereign hand He bade her be. Earth shows to heaven the names by thousands told That crown her fame, But highest of all that heaven and earth behold Mazzini's name.
Page 105 - Of God nor man was ever this thing said, That he could give Life back to her who gave him, whence his dead Mother might live. But this man found his mother dead and slain, With fast sealed eyes, And bade the dead rise up and live again, And she did rise.
Page 49 - A baby's hands, like rosebuds furled, Whence yet no leaf expands, Ope if you touch, though close upcurled, A baby's hands. Then, even as warriors grip their brands When battle's bolt is hurled, They close, clenched hard like tightening bands. No rosebuds yet by dawn impearled Match, even in loveliest lands, The sweetest flowers in all the world — A baby's hands.
Page 55 - FIRST FOOTSTEPS. A LITTLE way, more soft and sweet Than fields aflower with May, A babe's feet, venturing, scarce complete A little way. Eyes full of dawning day Look up for mother's eyes to meet, Too blithe for song to say. Glad as the golden spring to greet Its first live leaflet's play, Love, laughing, leads the little feet A little way.
Page 1 - We have drunken of Lethe at length, we have eaten of lotus ; What hurts it us here that sorrows are born and die ? We have said to the dream that caressed and the dread that smote us Goodnight and goodbye.
Page 38 - The little hands that never sought Earth's prizes, worthless all as sands, What gift has death, God's servant, brought The little hands? We ask : but love's self silent stands, Love, that lends eyes and wings to thought To search where death's dim heaven expands. Ere this, perchance, though love know nought, Flowers fill them, grown in lovelier lands, Where hands of guiding angels caught The little hands.
Page 89 - TO CATULLUS MY brother, my Valerius, dearest head Of all whose crowning bay-leaves crown their mother Rome, in the notes first heard of thine I read My brother. No dust that death or time can strew may smother Love and the sense of kinship inly bred From loves and hates at one with one another. To thee was Caesar's self nor dear nor dread, Song and the sea were sweeter each than other : How should I living fear to call thee dead, My brother ? "INSULARUM OCELLE...