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... hath all been before ; and thou and I THIS Were all in all unto each other ; And yet , when first my eager eye In this life on thee fell , keen bliss did smother Old memories , till my dull heart deemed This our first meeting , as it ...
... hath all been before ; and thou and I THIS Were all in all unto each other ; And yet , when first my eager eye In this life on thee fell , keen bliss did smother Old memories , till my dull heart deemed This our first meeting , as it ...
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... Less hard for me to bear . O my own Sweet , Pray you that God will shortly guide my feet Beyond this rough world's desolate waste ways Where death hath peace for all unquiet days ! Little Boy . 37 July Thirty - First . LITTLE.
... Less hard for me to bear . O my own Sweet , Pray you that God will shortly guide my feet Beyond this rough world's desolate waste ways Where death hath peace for all unquiet days ! Little Boy . 37 July Thirty - First . LITTLE.
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... Hath the tincture of the sky , Answer now , and tell me true , Whence and what and why are you ? And he answered , " Mother's boy . " Yes , yes , I know ; But ' t was not so Six years ago . You are mother's anxious joy , Mother's pet ...
... Hath the tincture of the sky , Answer now , and tell me true , Whence and what and why are you ? And he answered , " Mother's boy . " Yes , yes , I know ; But ' t was not so Six years ago . You are mother's anxious joy , Mother's pet ...
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... hath no rhyme , The name God called Himself , the best To answer the weak patriarch's quest . " Why talk nonsense to a child ? " Asks the mother from the fire , Listening through both back and ears , Listening with a mother's fears ...
... hath no rhyme , The name God called Himself , the best To answer the weak patriarch's quest . " Why talk nonsense to a child ? " Asks the mother from the fire , Listening through both back and ears , Listening with a mother's fears ...
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... gone ; and yet the grass , we see , Unto a goodly height again hath grown : Dear Love , just so love's aftermath may be A richer growth than e'er spring - days have known . August First . A1 Far CHILDREN'S SLUMBER SONG . LL.
... gone ; and yet the grass , we see , Unto a goodly height again hath grown : Dear Love , just so love's aftermath may be A richer growth than e'er spring - days have known . August First . A1 Far CHILDREN'S SLUMBER SONG . LL.
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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!