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... night , A sharp and hurrying wind Scourges the waters white : The terror by night . From " The Poems of Arthur Symons , " copyrighted by John Lane Co. Out of the doubtful dark , Out of the night [ 159 ] ARTHUR SYMONS ...
... night , A sharp and hurrying wind Scourges the waters white : The terror by night . From " The Poems of Arthur Symons , " copyrighted by John Lane Co. Out of the doubtful dark , Out of the night [ 159 ] ARTHUR SYMONS ...
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... THE POOL AT THE THIRD ROSSES I HEARD the sighing of the reeds In the grey pool in the green land , From " The Poems of Arthur Symons , " copyrighted by John Lane Co. The sea - wind in the long reeds sighing Between [ 160 ]
... THE POOL AT THE THIRD ROSSES I HEARD the sighing of the reeds In the grey pool in the green land , From " The Poems of Arthur Symons , " copyrighted by John Lane Co. The sea - wind in the long reeds sighing Between [ 160 ]
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... The nestling heart of the hills ; And the world's hours are old , And the world's thoughts are a dream , From " The Poems of Arthur Symons , " copyrighted by John Lane Co. Here , in the ancient place Of peace , where [ 161 ]
... The nestling heart of the hills ; And the world's hours are old , And the world's thoughts are a dream , From " The Poems of Arthur Symons , " copyrighted by John Lane Co. Here , in the ancient place Of peace , where [ 161 ]
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... and the boats come in Under the wintry sky ; And the rain and foam are white in the wind , And the white gulls cry . From " The Poems of Arthur Symons , " copyrighted by John Lane Co. She sees the sea when the wind is wild Swept [ 162 ]
... and the boats come in Under the wintry sky ; And the rain and foam are white in the wind , And the white gulls cry . From " The Poems of Arthur Symons , " copyrighted by John Lane Co. She sees the sea when the wind is wild Swept [ 162 ]
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... like the sea , All life long crying without avail , As the water all night long is crying to me . From " The Poems of Arthur Symons , " copyrighted by John Lane Co. ALFRED LORD TENNYSON BREAK , BREAK , BREAK BREAK , [ 163 ]
... like the sea , All life long crying without avail , As the water all night long is crying to me . From " The Poems of Arthur Symons , " copyrighted by John Lane Co. ALFRED LORD TENNYSON BREAK , BREAK , BREAK BREAK , [ 163 ]
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AEDH Arthur Symons AUSTIN DOBSON BABETTE beauty beneath bird blossom blow blue Blynken breast breath burning CHRISTINA ROSSETTI cloud cold crying Cynara dance dark Dark Tower dead Dean Miller death deep desert dreams earth eyes face fair fear feet fire flowers gods gold gray green hair hand Harvard College hath hear heard heart heaven immortal kiss KUBLA KHAN land laugh leaves light lips Little Boy Blue live love thee love's lute moon murmur never night o'er once OZYMANDIAS pain passion Poems PROSERPINE rhyme rills rocks rose round sang shadow shine sighing silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soul spirit stars strode on austere sweet tears THEOCRITUS thine things thou art thou hast toy dog turn VIEUXBOIS voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS wind wings Wynken
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Page 128 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view...
Page 41 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Page 70 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Page 122 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 34 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 136 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 31 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His...
Page 189 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 125 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Page 31 - So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.