Songs of two worlds, by a new writer, Tema 310,Volumen21874 |
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ALMSHOUSE aspire blest blind blooms blossoms blue breath cheek CHILD OF FANCY childish churl clouds cold creed dare dawn dead dear deep didst divine doth doubt dream dull earth eternal eyes faint fair faith Fcap fear fire flower gleam glory gold grow grown heart heaven Henry Vaughan hidden hill hold hope and fear hymn inap knew labour life's lives lyre mind morning muse neath Nonconformist o'er Pagan pain plain poems poet precious rise roll round SARACEN scorn seems shame sighs sight silent sing skies smile soaring soft soft eyes Sometimes Never song sought soul sound spring strain strange strife sweet Sweet spring tear tender thee things Thou shalt thought Thro throng thrush to-day toil true Twas verse voice Whate'er whisper wings words writer young youth
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Página 131 - New Writer* is certainly no tyro. No one after reading the first two poems almost perfect in rhythm and all the graceful reserve of true lyrical strength, can doubt that this book is the result of lengthened thought and assiduous training in poetical form. . . . These poems will assuredly take high rank among the class to which they belong.
Página 9 - ... of strife and groaning A broader and a juster brotherhood, A deep equality of aim, postponing All selfish seeking to the general good. There shall come a time when each shall to another Be as Christ would have him — brother unto brother.
Página 4 - Which through our being do range, Breathing perpetual presage of some mighty coming change. These in the soul do breed Thoughts which, at last, shall lead To some clear, firm assurance of a satisfying creed. A MEMORY. DOWN dropped the sun upon the sea, The gradual darkness filled the land, And 'mid the twilight, silently, I felt the pressure of a hand. And a low voice : " Have courage, friend. Be of good cheer, 'tis not for long ; He conquers who awaits the end, And dares to suffer and be strong.
Página 5 - tis not for long ; He conquers who awaits the end, And dares to suffer and be strong." I have seen many a land since then, Known many a joy and many a pain, Victor in many a strife of men, Vanquished again and yet again. The ancient sorrow now is not, Since time can heal the keenest smnrt ; Yet the vague memory, scarce forgot, Lingers deep down within the heart.
Página 6 - ORDER. THE old lives are dead and gone and rotten, The old thoughts shall never more be thought, The old faiths have failed and are forgotten, The old strifes are done, the fight is fought, And with a clang and roll, the new creation Bursts forth 'mid tears and blood and tribulation. Sweet they were, the old days that are ended, The golden years, the happy careless hours Then, like Pagan gods on the asphodel extended, Dreaming, men wove them fancies fair as flowers.