A Birth Song: And Other Poems

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J. Maclehose, 1882 - English poetry - 223 pages
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Page 74 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Page 162 - To autumn the happy fruition; To winter repose, meditation, and hush; But to man every season's condition: He buds, blooms, and ripens, in action and rest, As thinker, and actor, and sleeper; Then withers and wavers, chin drooping on breast. And is reaped by the hand of a reaper.
Page 161 - UP, mortal, and act, while the angel of light Melts the shadows before and behind thee; Shake off the soft dreams that encumber thy might, And burst the fool's fetters that bind thee: Soars the skylark—soar thou; leaps the stream—do thou leap; Learn from nature the splendour of action, Plough, harrow, and sow, or thou never shall reap
Page 161 - Faithful deeds bring divine benefaction. The red sun has rolled himself into the blue, And lifted the mists from the mountain ; The young hares are feasting on nectar of dew, The stag cools his lips in the fountain : The wild bee is fencing the sweets of his realm. And the mighty-limbed reapers are reaping. To spring comes the budding; to summer the
Page 40 - list, On the marvels of heaven's own spinning,Sunlight and moonlight and mist, Glorious without slaying or sinning. Vain world, let me reign in my nook, King of this kingdom, my book, A region by fashion forsook: Pass on, ye lean gamblers for glory, Nor mar the sweet tune of my story!
Page 40 - me reign in my nook, King of this kingdom, my book, A region by fashion forsook: Pass on, ye lean gamblers for glory, Nor mar the sweet tune of my story!
Page 169 - And wander like an unforgiven ghost In the dank meadow by the whirling stream, Seeking redemption. Lo, the holy sign! A half-blown daisy lends her patient gleam, And all the world is clothed in light divine!
Page 105 - THE blow is falling ! Let it fall; Even death were no calamity; God wot, why should we whine or call; It cannot hurt our souls at all, Since we are free. A little less of earthly things; Less favour of the world have we: What then, proud man? The rede still rings, 'Tis not the crown that
Page 42 - And the sunlight will sparkle above; Then autumn will come, and the sickles will swing, In the battle untainted by crime; Each bold brawny reaper will whistle and sing, Harvest piling, one sheaf at a time. So, heart full of faith, boys, and arm full of power,

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