The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by WomenMacmillan, 1917 - 130 páginas |
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a-singin Amelia Josephine Burr Anna Wickham ANSWERING VOICE AULD ROBIN GRAY back at fall beat Beloved birds breast burn Carnations Christina Rossetti Corinne Roosevelt Robinson couldna cricket sings cuttin dark dead dear door Douglas dream DUSKY LAUREL LEAF Edith Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes feel flower give thee Grandmither grass grave grieve hand hawthorn tree heart heaven Jamie Jean Starr Untermeyer Josephine Preston Peabody kiss knew lark Laurence Hope Lest my poor Let us forget lips Lizette Woodworth Reese LOVE CAME BACK Love has gone love thee love's lover Margaret Widdemer Mary F night Nora May French pain pass poems poor dust rain Rosamund Marriott Watson rose rushes shadow SILLER CROWN sleep smile song stars sweet tears tender and true thine things thou art thou wilt thought to-morrow and to-morrow twilight weep wind wings wonder word Zoë Akins
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Página 64 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before. Without the sense of that which I forebore— Thy touch upon the palm.
Página 17 - BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot: My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Página 32 - You night-moths that hover, where honey brims over From sycamore blossoms, or settle or sleep; You glowworms, shine out, and the pathway discover To him that comes darkling along the rough steep. Ah, my sailor, make haste, For the time runs to waste, And my love lieth deep, "Too deep for swift telling; and yet, my one lover, I've conned thee an answer, it waits thee to-night.
Página 26 - BELOVED, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone here in the snow And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink...
Página 43 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Página 65 - Oh, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throng This breast, the thought of thee waits, hidden yet bright ; But it must never, never come in sight ; I must stop short of thee the whole day long.
Página 47 - BEFORE I trust my Fate to thee, Or place my hand in thine, Before I let thy Future give Color and form to mine, Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me. I break all slighter bonds, nor feel A shadow of regret : Is there one link within the Past That holds thy spirit yet ? Or is thy Faith as clear and free as that which I can pledge to thee? Does there within thy dimmest dreams A possible future shine, Wherein thy life could henceforth breathe,
Página 31 - Now, if there be footsteps, he comes, my one lover — Hush, nightingale, hush ! O, sweet nightingale, wait Till I listen and hear If a step draweth near, For my love he is late ! " The skies in the darkness stoop nearer and nearer, A cluster of stars hangs like fruit in the tree, The fall of the water comes sweeter, comes clearer : To what...
Página 112 - Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set...
Página 104 - AULD ROBIN GRAY When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, And a' the warld to rest are gane, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, While my gudeman lies sound by me. Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride; But saving a croun he had naething else beside: To make the croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea; And the croun and the pund were baith for me. He hadna been awa...