Poems of To-day: An AnthologyFor the English Association by Sidgwick & Jackson, 1919 - 174 pagine |
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Alice Meynell Arthur Shearly Cripps awake beauty beneath birds blue breath bright brown clouds crown dark dawn dead Death deep delight dream dust earth England eyes face fair feet fire flower Francis Thompson George Meredith gold golden Grantchester grass green grey hand hear heart heaven hills J. B. B. Nichols John Masefield laughed Laurence Binyon let thee go light Lionel Johnson London Mamble Masefield meadows moon morning never night o'er pale pass peace pines Poems R. L. Stevenson river road Robert Bridges Robert Louis Stevenson rose round scent shadow shining sigh silence silver sing skies sleep snow soft song soul starry stars stream Sussex sweet There's thine things Thou art thought town trees true-love tell twilight voice W. B. Yeats wake watch wind wings wonder woods young
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Pagina 130 - If they have rumour of thee there ? Not where the wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars ! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.
Pagina 90 - 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.
Pagina 145 - Then went her sunshine way: — The sea's eye had a mist on it, And the leaves fell from the day. She went her unremembering way, She went, and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be. She left me marvelling why my soul Was sad that she was glad; At all the sadness in the sweet, The sweetness in the sad. Still, still I seemed to see her, still Look up with soft replies, And take the berries with her hand, And the love with her lovely eyes Nothing begins, and nothing ends,...
Pagina 25 - England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed ; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
Pagina 62 - And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
Pagina 86 - I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea. I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room, Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom, And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night. And this shall be for music when no one else is near, The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!...
Pagina 13 - Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the time o
Pagina 12 - Armoured he rides, his head Bare to the stars of doom: He triumphs now, the dead, Beholding London's gloom. Our wearier spirit faints, Vexed in the world's employ: His soul was of the saints; And art to him was joy. King, tried in fires of woe! Men hunger for thy grace: And through the night I go, Loving thy mournful face. Yet, when the city sleeps; When all the cries are still: The stars and heavenly deeps Work out a perfect will.
Pagina 148 - ... eyelids closing, — Go lie thou there in thy coffin, thy last little bed ! — Propping thy wise, sad head, Thy firm, pale hands across thy chest disposing. So quiet ! doth the change content thee ? — Death, whither hath he taken thee ? To a world, do I think, that rights the disaster of this? The vision of which I miss, Who weep for the body, and wish but to warm thee and awaken thee ? Ah ! little at best can all our hopes avail us To lift this sorrow, or cheer us, when in the dark, Unwilling,...
Pagina 93 - When now already the sun, in pale display Standing by Paul's high dome, spread forth below His sparkling beams, and awoke the stir of the day. For now doors open, and war is waged with the snow; And trains of sombre men, past tale of number, Tread long brown paths, as toward their toil they go: But even for them awhile no cares encumber Their minds diverted; the daily word is unspoken, The daily thoughts of labour and sorrow slumber At the sight of the beauty that greets them, for the charm they...