Poems by the Way & Love is EnoughLongmans, Green, and Company, 1896 - 343 pages |
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abide adown amidst art thou AZALAIS behold bliss cometh dawn dead death deeds deem Deus est Deus Deus pauperum doth drave dream e'en earth est Deus pauperum eyes face fain fair Fair lord Fair summer fear feet FLOWERING ORCHARD GILES glad gold Goldilocks gone grey grown hand happy hast thou hath healing in summer hearken heart heaven hope ICELAND KING PHARAMOND KING'S DAUGHTER King's son Hafbur kiss land lest lips live lonely looked lord love's maid maiden Maltete MASTER OLIVER neath nigh night nought o'er pain PUELLE Queen's bower Red Mars shalt thou Signy sleep sore sorrow spake stood summer if winter sweet sword tale tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thy dreams to-day tremble twain twixt unto voice weary wend Whitewater wilt thou wind wood word
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Page 30 - Fair, far have we wandered and long was the day; But now cometh eve at the end of the village, Where over the grey wall the church riseth grey. There is wind in the twilight; in the white road before us The straw from the ox-yard is blowing about; The moon's rim is rising, a star glitters o'er us, And the vane on the spire-top is swinging in doubt.
Page 71 - And I beheld them as before! There comes a murmur from the shore, And in the place two fair streams are, Drawn from the purple hills afar, Drawn down unto the restless sea...
Page 71 - I know a little garden close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night, And have one with me wandering. "And though within it no birds sing, And though no pillared house is there, And though the apple boughs are bare Of fruit and blossom, would to God, Her feet upon the green grass trod, And I beheld them as before. "There comes a murmur from the shore...
Page 318 - Is he gone? was he with us? - ho ye who seek saving, Go no further; come hither; for have we not found it? Here is the House of Fulfilment of Craving; Here is the Cup with the roses around it; The World's Wound well healed, and the balm that hath bound it: Cry out!
Page 113 - Where fast and faster our iron master, The thing we made, for ever drives, Bids us grind treasure and fashion pleasure For other hopes and other lives. Where home is a hovel and dull we grovel, Forgetting that the world is fair; Where no babe we cherish, lest its very soul perish; Where mirth is crime, and love a snare. Who now shall lead us, what God shall heed us As we lie in the hell our hands have won ? For us are no rulers but fools and befoolers, The great are fallen, the wise men gone. I HEARD...
Page 139 - OAK I AM the Roof-tree and the Keel; I bridge the seas for woe and weal. FIR High o'er the lordly oak I stand, And drive him on from land to land. ASH I heft my brother's iron bane; I shaft the spear, and build the wain. YEW Dark down the windy dale I grow, The father of the fateful Bow.
Page 35 - Not one, not one, nor thousands must they slay, But one and all if they would dusk the day. They will not learn ; they have no ears to hearken ; They turn their faces from the eyes of fate; Their gay-lit halls shut out the skies that darken. But, lo ! this dead man knocking at the gate. Not one, not one, nor thousands must they slay, But one and all if they would dusk the day.
Page 38 - ... be mighty to save. Or rather, O land, if a marvel it seemeth that men ever sought Thy wastes for a field and a garden fulfilled of all wonder and doubt. And feasted amidst of the winter when the fight of the year had been fought, Whose plunder all gathered together was little to babble about...
Page 34 - What cometh here from west to east awending? And who are these, the marchers stern and slow? We bear the message that the rich are sending Aback to those who bade them wake and know. Not one, not one, nor thousands must they slay, But one and all if they would dusk the day. We asked them for a life of toilsome earning, They bade us bide their leisure for our bread; We craved to speak to tell our woeful learning: We come back speechless, bearing back our dead.