Poems and Plays

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Methuen, 1912 - 412 pagine

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Pagina 26 - I loved a love once, fairest among women: Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her All. all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Pagina 25 - All, all are goue, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays — All, all are gone, the .old familiar faces.
Pagina 26 - Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood. Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces...
Pagina 32 - HESTER When maidens such as Hester die, Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try, With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead,. Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed, And her together. A springy motion in her gait, , ; ' A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no commdn rate, ; That flushed her spirit.
Pagina 83 - EMINENT COMPOSERS Some cry up Haydn, some Mozart, Just as the whim bites. For my part, I do not care a farthing candle For either of them, or for Handel. Cannot a man live free and easy, Without admiring Pergolesi ! Or thro...
Pagina 9 - IN my poor mind it is most sweet to muse Upon the days gone by ; to act in thought Past seasons o'er, and be again a child ; To sit in fancy on the turf-clad slope, Down -which the child would roll ; to pluck gay flowers, Make posies in the sun, which the child's hand (Childhood offended soon, soon reconciled) Would throw away, and straight take up again, Then fling them to the winds, and o'er the lawn Bound with so playful and so light a foot, That the press'd daisy scarce declined her head.
Pagina 50 - ALBUM. FRESH clad from heaven in robes of white, A young probationer of light, Thou wert, my soul, an album bright. A spotless leaf; but thought and care, And friend and foe, in foul or fair, Have " written strange defeatures" there ; And time, with heaviest hand of all, Like that fierce writing on the wall, Hath stamp'd sad dates — he can't recall ; And error gilding worst designs — Like speckled snake that strays and shines— Betrays his path by crooked lines ; And vice hath left his ugly...
Pagina 202 - Mr. H ," thou wert damned ! Bright shone the morning on the play-bills that announced thy appearance, and the streets were filled with the buzz of persons asking one another if they would go to see " Mr. H ," and answering that they would certainly : but before night the gaiety, not of the author, but of his friends and the town, was eclipsed, for thou wert damned 1 Hadst thou been anonymous, thou haply mightst have lived.
Pagina 10 - THE cheerful sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion : chiefly when Their piercing tones fall sudden on the ear Of the contemplant, solitary man, Whom thoughts abstruse or high have chanced to lure Forth from tho walks of men, revolving oft.
Pagina 36 - None so sovereign to the brain. Nature that did in thee excel, Framed again no second smell. Roses, violets, but toys For the smaller sort of boys, Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent.

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