PoemsDavid Bogue, 3, St. Martin's Place, Trafalgar Square, W.C., 1881 - 236 pages |
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amorous Arcady argosy Artemis asphodel Bassarid Beauty BELLA DONNA beneath bird blossoms blue breast bright brown Charmides creeps crimson crowned curlews daffodil dawn dead dear Dost thou dread Dryad dull ELEUTHERIA Endymion eyes fair feet flame flower foam glade gold grass Grecian green grey hair hand hath heart heaven Herakles hills House of Pain kiss knew land laughing leaves lily limbs lips lonely lovers lute lyre marble mead meadows mighty moon mouth Naiad never night pain pale paramour pass passion perchance Persephone pipe Proserpine purple Queen reed rose Salmacis seneschal shepherd shrine Sicily silent silver sing sleep snow song soul spear star sweet tangled tarry thee Thessaly thine threnody throat throbbing thrush tread trees tremulous Tyrian unto wandering wasted waves wearied wild wind wine wings yellow young
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Page 31 - What profit if this scientific age Burst through our gates with all its retinue Of modern miracles ! Can it assuage One lover's breaking heart ? what can it do To make one life more beautiful, one day More god-like in its period...
Page 51 - Simon onjhy lake of Galilee: • The wine of life is spilt upon the sand, My heart is as some famine-murdered land, Whence all good things have perished utterly, And well I know my soul in Hell must lie If I this night before God's throne should stand. " He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase, Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.
Page 147 - Rid of the world's injustice and its pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue ; Taken from life while life and love were new The youngest of the martyrs here is lain, Fair as Sebastian and as foully slain.
Page 53 - And longing eyes half veiled by foolish tears Like bluest water seen through mists of rain ; Pale cheeks whereon no kiss hath left its stain, Red under-lip drawn in for fear of Love, And white throat whiter than the breast of dove — Alas ! alas ! if all should be in vain.
Page 50 - In splendour and in light the Pope passed home. My heart stole back across wide wastes of years To One who wandered by a lonely sea, And sought in vain for any place of rest: 'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest. I, only I, must wander wearily, And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.
Page 180 - We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair, With our young lives each spring-impassioned tree Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change. With beat of systole and of diastole One grand great life throbs through earth's giant...
Page 8 - Pale women who have lost their lord Will kiss the relics of the slain — Some tarnished epaulette — some sword Poor toys to soothe such anguished pain For not in quiet English fields Are these, our brothers, lain to rest Where we might deck their broken shields With all the flowers the dead love best. For some are by the Delhi walls, And many in the Afghan land, And many where the Ganges falls Through seven mouths of shifting sand.
Page 30 - Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine, The little laugh of water falling down Is not so musical, the clammy gold Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town Has less of sweetness in it, and the old Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony. Spirit of Beauty, tarry yet awhile! Although the cheating merchants of the mart With iron roads profane our lovely isle, And break on whirling wheels the limbs of Art, Ay! though the crowded factories...