Mercedes, and Later LyricsHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 - 111 sayfa |
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1st SOLDIER 2d SOLDIER Abbot Aloud Andalusian Arguano BELFRY birds blue bons chevaliers bosom brave breath Burgos carabine castanets cheek Chiquita cradle dead Dear Muse Devil door dream drink empty empty nest eyes face fire forest of Covelleda forgotten French fuego girl gold gone guard is relieved hair hand hath hear heard heart heretical dogs Hist hush INTAGLIOS kill LABOISSIÈRE LATER LYRICS laughs laughter lips Listen little white teeth long white beard look LOUVOIS Louvois's lover LYNN TERRACE MERCEDES rises merry jade Moorish Morocco Muchachita nest NIEUWE KERK night Old Kriss Kringle old Ursula olive trees once Padre JOSÉF Pepita POEMS poisoned poor posada priest Quick Reposez-vous rest rhyme SCENE señor sergeant sière sing smile softly soul Spain Spanish stand strange sword tears thee thing Thou Three little white UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA village winds woman wounded yonder
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Sayfa 98 - APPARITIONS AT noon of night, and at the night's pale end, Such things have chanced to me As one, by day, would scarcely tell a friend For fear of mockery. Shadows, you say, mirages of the brain ! I know not, faith, not I. Is it more strange the dead should walk again Than that the quick should die...
Sayfa 99 - Romance beside his unstrung lute Lies stricken mute. The old-time fire, the antique grace, You will not find them anywhere. To-day we breathe a commonplace, Polemic, scientific air: We strip Illusion of her veil ; We vivisect the nightingale To probe the secret of his note.
Sayfa 70 - What dark new quest has tempted him once more To leave us ? Vainly, standing by the shore, We strain our eyes. But patience ! When the soft Spring gales are blowing over Cedarcroft, Whitening the hawthorn ; when the violets bloom Along the Brandywine, and overhead The sky is blue as Italy's, he will come...
Sayfa 92 - APPRECIATION To the sea-shell's spiral round T is your heart that brings the sound: The soft sea-murmurs that you hear Within, are captured from your ear. You do poets and their song A grievous wrong, If your own soul does not bring To their high imagining As much beauty as they sing.
Sayfa 89 - Quite like a stocking," he laughed, "pinned up there on the tree ! Little I thought the birds expected a present from me...
Sayfa 82 - THE new moon hung in the sky, the sun was low in the west, And my betrothed and I in the churchyard paused to rest: Happy maid and lover, dreaming the old dream over: The light winds wandered by, and robins chirped from the nest.
Sayfa 108 - ... it was one ; Whatever fortune fell we took, Children of shade and sun. Though lacking gold, we never stooped To pick it up in all our days ; Though lacking praise we sometimes drooped, We never asked a soul for praise. The exquisite reward of song Was song — the self -same thrill and glow Which to unfolding flowers belong, And wrens and thrushes know...
Sayfa 89 - ... was fading amid her misty rings, And every stocking was stuffed with childhood's precious things, Old Kriss Kringle looked round, and saw on the elm-tree bough, High-hung, an oriole's nest, silent and empty now. "Quite like a stocking," he laughed, "pinned up there on the tree!