A Century of Roundels: And Other Poems |
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Abreast and ahead Angel by name art thou aught behold Beloved and blest BIRTH AND DEATH blind born bright Child or boy clouds crown Dante's track dark Dead love DEATH AND BIRTH deep Eros fain Far-fetched and dear-bought 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 man's mist months bade wane Mourning on earth nought pass praise rapture rose rosebuds roundel is wrought SARK scarce scorn sea Bear shine shone sigh sleep soft song that smiled Songs light sorrow Soul within sense sound strain sundawn sweet thee thine things thought Three months bade Three times thrice time's twain VENICE VENTIMIGLIA waste WASTED LOVE 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 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 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 32 - TRISTAN UND ISOLDE. Fate, out of the deep sea's gloom, When a man's heart's pride grows great, And nought seems now to foredoom Fate, Fate, laden with fears in wait, Draws close through the clouds that loom, Till the soul see, all too late, More dark than a dead world's tomb, More high than the sheer dawn's gate, More deep than the wide sea's womb, Fate.
Page 81 - HEART'S EASE or pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these ? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease. Surely by glad and divine degrees The heart impelling the hand that wrought Wrought comfort here for a soul's disease. Deep flowers, with lustre and darkness fraught, From glass that gleams as the chill still seas Lean and lend for a heart distraught Heart's ease.
Page 36 - A LITTLE SOUL scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal Even while we hailed as fresh from birth A little soul. Our thoughts ring sad as bells that toll, Not knowing beyond this blind world's girth What things are writ in heaven's full scroll. Our fruitfulness is there but dearth, And all things held in time's control Seem there, perchance, ill dreams, not worth A little soul.