PoemsG.G. Peck, 1888 - 412 pages |
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baby beneath birds bless blood bloom blossoms breast breath bright burn child Clara Bell cloth cloud cold dare dark darling dawn dead dear death deep divine dread dream earth Eternity Evermore eyes face fair fear feet fire flame fled flowers flying forever Funen Geneviève GEORG EBERS give grass gray river grief hand Hark hath hear heart heaven indolent kiss LA SYLPHIDE LE JUIF ERRANT light lips little darling living lonely look Lord Love is dead mortal never night o'er pain pale peace prayer rain rapture rest ring rose ROSE TERRY COOKE Safford shine shore sigh silent silent hills sing Skipton sleep smile snow soft softly song soul Spring summer sunshine sweet sylphs Symphorien Tarifa tears tempest tender thee thine thou to-day tree voice wander wave weary weep wild wind wings
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Page 128 - ... mortal silence, Of mortal agony. Life that was spent and vanished, Love that had died of wrong, Hearts that are dead in living, Come back in the fisherman's song. I see the maples leafing, Just as they leafed before ; The green grass comes no greener Down to the very shore — With the rude strain swelling, sinking, in the cadence of days gone by, As the oar, from the water drinking, Ripples the mirrored sky.
Page 28 - And mountain grasses, low and sweet, Grow in the middle of every street. Over the river under the hill, Another village lieth still ; There I see in the...
Page 91 - ... love as God gives light, Aside from merit, or from prayer, Rejoicing in its own delight, And freer than the lavish air. I give thee prayers, like jewels strung On golden threads of hope and fear; And tenderer thoughts than ever hung In a sad angel's pitying tear. As earth pours freely to the sea Her thousand streams of wealth untold, So flows my silent life to thee, Glad that its very sands are gold. What care I for thy carelessness? I give from depths that overflow, Regardless that their power...
Page 135 - Tints of the vanished past, Glories that faded fast, Renewed to splendor in my dreaming eyes. As poised on vibrant wings, Where its sweet treasure swings, The honey-lover clings To the red flowers, — So, lost in vivid light. So, rapt from day and night, I linger in delight, Enraptured o'er the vision-freighted hours.
Page 49 - A thousand years of night and day, And man, through all their changing show, His tragic drama still shall play. Ruled by some fond ideal's power, Cheated by passion or despair, Still shall he waste life's trembling hour, In worship vain, and useless prayer. Ah ! where are they who rose in might, Who fired the temple and the shrine, And hurled, through earth's chaotic night, The helpless gods it deemed divine? Cease, longing soul, thy vain desire ! What idol, in its stainless prime, But falls, untouched...
Page 103 - Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry ; Hold not thy peace at my tears : For I am a stranger with thee, And a sojourner, as all my fathers were. O spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
Page 15 - IVE ! as the morning that flows out of heaven, Give ! as the waves when their channel is riven, Give ! as the free air and sunshine are given, Lavishly, utterly, carelessly give...
Page 8 - Darlings of the forest ! Blossoming alone When Earth's grief is sorest For her jewels gone — Ere the last snow-drift melts, your tender buds have blown. Tinged with color faintly, Like the morning sky, Or more pale and saintly, Wrapped in leaves ye lie, Even as children sleep in faith's simplicity. There the wild wood-robin Hymns your solitude, And the rain comes sobbing Through the budding wood, While the low south-wind sighs, but dare not be more rude.
Page 29 - ... grow, For the wheels that hasten to and fro. In that village on the hill Never is sound of smithy or mill; The houses are thatched with grass and flowers, Never a clock to tell the hours ; The marble doors are always shut; You...
Page 64 - O fair-haired little darlings Who bore my heart away! A wide and woful ocean Between us roars to-day; Yet am I close beside you Though time and space forbid; My body is in Segovia, But my soul is in Madrid. If I were once in heaven, There would be no more sea; My heart would cease to wander, My sorrows cease to be; My sad eyes sleep forever, In dust and daisies hid, And my body leave Segovia. — Would my soul forget Madrid?