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Horace Parker Chandler. 11426,19,60 ́ ކ HARVARD COLLEGE Jun 6.1958 LIBRARY Edmund Morley Parker . Copyright , 1893 , BY ROBERTS BROTHERS . 3 University Press : JOHN WILSON AND SON , CAMBRIDGE , U.S.A. To the Beloved . • EACH DAY , DEAR ...
Horace Parker Chandler. 11426,19,60 ́ ކ HARVARD COLLEGE Jun 6.1958 LIBRARY Edmund Morley Parker . Copyright , 1893 , BY ROBERTS BROTHERS . 3 University Press : JOHN WILSON AND SON , CAMBRIDGE , U.S.A. To the Beloved . • EACH DAY , DEAR ...
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... DEAR , MAY THESE POEMS GOOD AND TRUE , KINDLING A FIRE EVERY DAY , BE OF SUCH COMFORT , HELP , TO YOU , — TURNING DECEMBER INTO MAY , THAT LIFE WILL NOT QUITE PERFECT BE , IF ' TWIXT THE RISE AND SET OF SUN , EACH DAY YOU DO NOT THINK ...
... DEAR , MAY THESE POEMS GOOD AND TRUE , KINDLING A FIRE EVERY DAY , BE OF SUCH COMFORT , HELP , TO YOU , — TURNING DECEMBER INTO MAY , THAT LIFE WILL NOT QUITE PERFECT BE , IF ' TWIXT THE RISE AND SET OF SUN , EACH DAY YOU DO NOT THINK ...
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... Dear Heart . ' Tis Heav'n on earth within the woods , In July time , to wander thus , Away from care , from others ' touch , Alone with thee and silence sweet , A silence speaking more than words ! THE LOVER'S YEAR - BOOK OF POETRY ...
... Dear Heart . ' Tis Heav'n on earth within the woods , In July time , to wander thus , Away from care , from others ' touch , Alone with thee and silence sweet , A silence speaking more than words ! THE LOVER'S YEAR - BOOK OF POETRY ...
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... DEAR ! Sweet ! if you shrink , I'll never think of love ; Fair ! if you fail , I'll judge all beauty vain ; Wise ! if too weak , more wits I'll never prove . Dear ! Sweet ! Fair ! Wise ! change , shrink not , nor be weak : And , on my ...
... DEAR ! Sweet ! if you shrink , I'll never think of love ; Fair ! if you fail , I'll judge all beauty vain ; Wise ! if too weak , more wits I'll never prove . Dear ! Sweet ! Fair ! Wise ! change , shrink not , nor be weak : And , on my ...
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... Dear sinless soul of babyhood ! She does not coldly wait To ask about my bank account , Or bonds , or real estate ; With small soft face against the pane , And dove - like coo the while , She beckons with her dainty hand , And answers ...
... Dear sinless soul of babyhood ! She does not coldly wait To ask about my bank account , Or bonds , or real estate ; With small soft face against the pane , And dove - like coo the while , She beckons with her dainty hand , And answers ...
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angels August Baby Baby's beauty Beloved birds blessed blossom breast breath bright cheek child cloud daisies dark Darling dawn Dear Love Dearest December deep dimples doth dream earth Epithalamion eyes face fair Fairer than thee fairy faith feet flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON garden gentle glow golden Goldilocks Good-night grace grief hand happy hath hear heart Heartsease Heaven July kiss life's light lips Little Boy Blue look Love's MARGARET ELIZABETH SANGSTER Morning Mother's never night November o'er October PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON poems prayer RICHARD HENRY STODDARD rose SARAH CHAUNCEY WOOLSEY September shadow shine sigh silence sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul summer sweet sweetest tears tender thine things thou art thought Twenty-Sixth voice wait WALTER LEARNED weary Wife WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WILLIAM COSMO MONKHOUSE wind wings wonder words
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Page 58 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Page 174 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore — Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself,...
Page 186 - The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall ! " Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her ; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.
Page 201 - THE MARRIED LOVER Why, having won her, do I woo? Because her spirit's vestal grace Provokes me always to pursue, But, spirit-like, eludes embrace; Because her womanhood is such That, as on court-days subjects kiss The Queen's hand, yet so near a touch Affirms no mean familiarness, Nay, rather marks more fair the height Which can with safety so neglect To dread, as lower ladies might, That grace could meet with disrespect, Thus she with happy...
Page 127 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 99 - Why stand ye still, ye virgins, in amaze Upon her so to gaze, Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing, To which the woods did answer, and your echo ring?
Page 168 - We shall become the same, we shall be one Spirit within two frames, oh ! wherefore two ? One passion in twin-hearts, which grows and grew, Till like two meteors of expanding flame, Those spheres instinct with it become the same, Touch, mingle, are transfigured...
Page 29 - Those who toil bravely are strongest ; The humble and poor become great ; And so from these brown-handed children Shall grow mighty rulers of state. The pen of the author and statesman, — The noble and wise of the land, — The sword, and the chisel, and palette, Shall be held in the little brown hand.
Page 166 - There was a Being whom my spirit oft Met on its visioned wanderings, far aloft, In the clear golden prime of my youth's dawn, Upon the fairy isles of sunny lawn, Amid the enchanted mountains, and the caves Of divine sleep, and on the air-like waves Of wonder- level dream, whose tremulous floor Paved her light steps ; — on an imagined shore, Under the gray beak of some promontory She met me, robed in such exceeding glory, That I beheld her not.
Page 65 - The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!