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a-roving Anna's the name blackbird bless blue clouds comes dark DAVID NUTT dear Death are soothing dream worth dreaming dreary rain dripping Edinburgh EDITION Printing begun ends With friends evermore eyes face faded Fate's a fiddler fluting fresh Gavottes ghost Gigues gleam glows go a-maying golden grace grave green hair heart hushed idle summer sea laugh leaves are sere Life's a dance light live loitering look loud Love blows lover meadows Midsummer days Midsummer nights Minuets name of names night go Nightingale Nurse old countree old Japan Philistine PRINCES STREET quiet radiant rapture rhythm RONDEAUS roses round royal show sang shadows shine sigh sing Sir Love skies sleep song soothing and serene soul sound spirit Spirit of Wine stars strange street of By-and-By sway sweet symphony of Spring thought thrill Thro thyme Tis the symphony TOYOKUNI wander weather wild wind wise world of Age
Page 56 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Page 99 - A LATE lark twitters from the quiet skies And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers as in content, There falls on the old, gray city An influence luminous and serene, A shining peace. The smoke ascends In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Shine, and are changed. In the valley Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun, Closing...
Page 74 - THE nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all of the joy of life, And we in the mad, spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.
Page 154 - A summer night descending cool and green And dark on daytime's dust and stress and heat, The ways of Death are soothing and serene, And all the words of Death are grave and sweet...
Page 138 - WHERE are the passions they essayed, And where the tears they made to flow ? Where the wild humours they portrayed For laughing worlds to see and know ? Othello's wrath and Juliet's woe ? Sir Peter's whims and Timon's gall ? And Millamant and Romeo ? Into the night go one and all.
Page 152 - We'll to the woods and gather may Fresh from the footprints of the rain; We'll to the woods, at every vein To drink the spirit of the day. 'The winds of spring are out at play, The needs of spring in heart and brain. We'll to the woods and gather mayFresh from the footprints of the rain.
Page 119 - ROSSES and troubles a-many have proved me. ^-** One or two women (God bless them!) have loved me. I have worked and dreamed, and I've talked at will. Of art and drink I have had my fill. I've comforted here, and I've succoured there.
Page 174 - When you are old. vn is to come we know not. But we know That what has been was good — was good to show, Better to hide, and best of all to bear. We are the masters of the days that were. We have lived, we have loved, we have suffered . . . even so.
Page 18 - Doing his pitch in the street. High shoulders, low shoulders, broad shoulders, narrow ones, Round, square, and angular, serry and shove; While from within a voice, Gravely and weightily fluent...
Page 34 - I heard a drum go rolling, Rub-a-dubbing in the distance, Awful dour-like and defiant. 'In and out among the cotton, Mud, and chains, and stores, and anchors, Tramped a squad of battered scarecrows Poor old Dixie's bottom dollar! 'Some had shoes, but all had rifles, Them that wasn't bald was beardless, And the drum was rolling Dixie, And they stepped to it like men, sir!