1914 and Other PoemsSidgwick & Jackson, 1915 - 63 pagine |
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After-after BEAUTY AND BEAUTY beneath birds blow breath buds calm CHILTERNS clouds COMPLETE PRESS WEST cries dance dark dawn dead dreams dust earth England Eternal eyes face fade fair firelight Fish say flowers fool friends FUNERAL OF YOUTH gloom godhead gold GRANTCHESTER THE OLD green grey grief hair hands Haslingfield hawthorn head heart Heaven holy hour human smart hush immortal Jackson Ltd kiss knelt known shame laugh laughter light limbs lips lonely lovelier lovers Madingley Mamua MARY AND GABRIEL MATAIEA mirth moon moths mouth never NIGHT JOURNEY OLD VICARAGE pain peace POEMS BY RUPERT poor PRESS WEST NORWOOD quiet RUPERT BROOKE scented shadows shining Sidgwick & Jackson skies sleep smile soft SONG splendour star stir stream strong sweet Taü tears THERE'S WISDOM things thoughts WAIKIKI wake watch wave WEST NORWOOD LONDON whispering wind WISDOM IN WOMEN wise wonder
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Pagina 13 - But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality. Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain. Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage; And Nobleness walks in our ways again; And we...
Pagina 59 - German Jews Drink beer around; - and there the dews Are soft beneath a morn of gold. Here tulips bloom as they are told; Unkempt about those hedges blows An English unofficial rose; And there the unregulated sun Slopes down to rest when day is done, And wakes a vague unpunctual star, A slippered Hesper; and there are Meads towards Haslingfield and Coton Where das Betreten's not verboten.
Pagina 25 - These I have loved: White plates and cups, clean-gleaming, Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust; Wet roofs, beneath the lamplight; the strong crust Of friendly bread; and many-fasting food: Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood; And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers; And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny...
Pagina 15 - THE SOLDIER If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever 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. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England...
Pagina 63 - And after, ere the night is born, Do hares come out about the corn? Oh, is the water sweet and cool, Gentle and brown, above the pool? And laughs the immortal river still Under the mill, under the mill? Say, is there Beauty yet to find? And Certainty? and Quiet kind? Deep meadows yet, for to forget The lies, and truths, and pain? ... oh! yet Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
Pagina 11 - Now, God be thanked who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping, Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary...
Pagina 30 - Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said, "But love goes lightly over." I bowed her foolish head, And kissed her hair and laughed at her. Such a child was she; So new to love, so true to love, and she spoke so bitterly. But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own, Or how should my dear one, being ignorant and young, Have cried on love so bitterly, with so true a tongue?
Pagina 19 - And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or scent ablowing down the night, Then, oh! then, the wise agree, Comes our immortality. Mamua, there waits a land Hard for us to understand. Out of time, beyond the sun, All are one in Paradise, You and Pupure are one, And Tau, and the ungainly wise.
Pagina 61 - A hundred Vicars down the lawn; Curates, long dust, will come and go On lissom, clerical, printless toe; And oft between the boughs is seen The sly shade of a Rural Dean . . . Till, at a shiver in the skies, Vanishing with Satanic cries, The prim ecclesiastic rout Leaves but a startled sleeper-out, Grey heavens, the first bird's drowsy calls, The falling house that never falls. God ! I will pack, and take a train, And get me to England once again! For England's the one land, I know, Where men with...
Pagina 60 - WOuld I Were In Grantchester, in Grantchester ! — Some, it may be, can get in touch With Nature there, or Earth, or such. And clever modern men have seen A Faun a-peeping through the green, And felt the Classics were not dead, To glimpse a Naiad's reedy head, Or hear the Goat-foot piping low : . . . But these are things I do not know. I only know that you may lie Day long and watch the Cambridge sky...