Lays of Middle Age: And Other PoemsBlackwood, 1889 - 167 páginas |
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Página 125 - Like odour from dead flowers! And when at last he was borne afar From the world's weary strife, How oft in thought did we again Live o'er his little life! His every look — his every word — His very voice's tone — Come back to us like things whose worth Is only prized when gone!
Página 108 - ... music fell, Till methought it seem'd lost in the roll of the white seas, And the rocks and the winds only echoed farewell. More bright was our home-hearth, more bright and more cosy, As we shut out the night and its darkness once more ; But pale were the cheeks, that so radiant and rosy, Were flush'd with delight a few moments before. So I told how the morning, all lovely and tender, Sweet dew on the hills, and soft light on the sea, Would follow the exiles and float with its splendour, To gild...
Página 83 - None are so far but some are on before; Thus still at distance is the goal beheld, And to improve the way is truly wise. Farewell, ye blossomed hedges! and the deep Thick green of summer on the matted bough ! The languid autumn mellows round us now : Yet fancy may its vernal beauties keep, Like holly leaves for a December wreath. To take this gift of life with trusting hands, And star with heavenly hopes the night of death, Is all that poor humanity demands To lull its meaner fears to easy sleep.
Página 83 - Only a voice faint-rippling to its shore, And a weak tottering step as marks of eld, None are so far but some are on before ; Thus still at distance is the goal beheld, And to improve the way is truly wise. Farewell, ye blossomed hedges ! and the deep Thick green- of summer on the matted bough ! The languid autumn mellows round us now ; Yet fancy may its vernal beauties keep, Like holly leaves for a December wreath, To take this gift of life with trusting hands, And star with heavenly hopes the night...
Página 107 - THE EMIGRANTS. The daylight was dying, the twilight was dreary, And eerie the face of the fast-falling night, But closing the shutters, we made ourselves cheery With gas-light and firelight, and young faces bright. When, hark ! came a chorus of wailing and anguish ! We ran to the door and look'd out through the dark, Till gazing, at length we began to distinguish The slow-moving masts of an ocean-bound bark. Alas 'twas the emigrants leaving the river, Their homes in the city, their haunts in the...
Página 123 - I shudder yet to think upon The anguish of that night. A youthful brow and ruddy cheek Became all cold and wan ; An eye grew dim in which the light Of radiant fancy shone. Cold was the cheek, and cold the brow, The eye was...
Página 88 - Through the grey of eve he peer'd when the stars were in the sky — They were watchers which the angels seem'd to send ; And he bless'd the faithful lighthouse, with its large and ruddy eye, For it cheer'd him like the bright eye of a friend. The gentle waves came lisping things of promise at his feet, Then they ebb'd as if to vex him with delay ; The soothing winds against his face came blowing strong and sweet, Then they blew as blowing all his hope away. One day a wiseling argued how the ship...
Página 89 - I/O ! what wretched man is that," asked an idler at the coast, " Who looks as if he something seem'd to lack ? " Then answer made a villager — " His wife and babes are lost, Yet he thinks that ere to-morrow they'll be back." Oh ! a fresh hale man he flourish'd in the spring-time of the year, But before the wintry rains began to drip — No more he climb'd the headland, but sat sickly on the pier, Saying sadly —
Página 123 - But the memory of a first great grief To me more lasting seems ; The grief that marks our dawning youth To memory ever clings, And o'er the path of future years A lengthened shadow flings.
Página 108 - I told how the morning, all lovely and tender, Sweet dew on the hills, and soft light on the sea, Would follow the exiles and float with its splendour, To gild the far land where their homes were to be. In the eyes of my children were gladness and gleaming, Their little prayer utter'd, how calm was their sleep ! But I in my dreaming could hear the wind screaming, And fancy I heard hoarse replies from the deep. And often, when slumber had cool'd my brow's fever, A dream-utter'd shriek of despair broke...