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Strana 122 - The common problem, yours, mine, every one's, Is — not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be, — but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means: a very different thing!
Strana 175 - DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day Turned and departed silent. I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
Strana 270 - For lo, the days are hastening on, By prophets seen of old, When with the ever-circling years Shall come the time foretold, When the new heaven and earth shall own The Prince of Peace their King, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing.
Strana 455 - d be thy tongue For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth.
Strana 359 - A FOOL there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care) But the fool he called her his lady fair (Even as you and I!) Oh the years we waste and the tears we waste. And the work of our head and hand, Belong to the woman who did not know (And now we know that she never could know) And did not understand.
Strana 437 - Honor and faith and a sure intent (And it wasn't the least what the lady meant) But a fool must follow his natural bent (Even as you and I !) Oh the toil we lost and the spoil we lost And the excellent things we planned, Belong to the woman who didn't know why (And now we know she never knew why) And did not understand.
Strana 225 - SHE is the grace of all that are, The fragrancy of morn, The wild, blithe ring, afar, afar, Of Dian's horn. She is the hidden carol in The fringes of the wood, The sudden blue when clouds wax thin, The joy of good. May God who wrought our fleeting race Forbid her fatal star, Remembering she is the grace Of all that are.
Strana 380 - ... into the midnight of her pines ; To look into the eyes of her who bore me, And clasp his knees who 'gat me in his joy, Prove if my son be like my dream of him. We two have played and tossed each other words ; Goddess and mortal we have met and kissed. Now am I mad for silence and for tears, For the earthly voice that breaks at earthly ills, The mortal hands that make and smooth the bed. I am an-hungered for that human breast, That bosom a sweet hive of memories — There, there to lay my head...
Strana 355 - Twas quenching a dozen blue-flies' thirst When I gave its stalk a twist. XI. And I, — what I seem to my friend, you see — What I soon shall seem to his love, you guess.
Strana 379 - Yon lashed and streaming rocks, and sobbing crags, The screaming gull and the wild-flying cloud : — To see far off the smoke of my own hearth, To smell far out the glebe of my own farms, To spring alive upon her precipices, And hurl the singing spear into the air...