A Garden of Peace: A Medley in Quietude

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W. C̀ollins sons & Company Limited, 1919 - Gardens - 271 pages
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Page 166 - All these he saw; but what he fain had seen He could not see, the kindly human face, Nor ever hear a kindly voice, but heard The myriad shriek of wheeling ocean-fowl, The league-long roller thundering on the reef, The moving whisper of huge trees that branch'd And blossom'd in the zenith, or the sweep Of some precipitous rivulet to the wave...
Page 167 - Then the third night after this, While Enoch slumber'd motionless and pale, And Miriam watch'd and dozed at intervals, There came so loud a calling of the sea, That all the houses in the haven rang. He woke, he rose, he spread his arms abroad Crying with a loud voice ' a sail ! a sail ! I am saved ' ; and so fell back and spoke no more. So past the strong heroic soul away. And when they buried him the little port Had seldom seen a costlier funeral.
Page 230 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. " And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather.
Page 166 - And blossom'd in the zenith, or the sweep Of some precipitous rivulet to the wave, As down the shore he ranged, or all day long Sat often in the seaward-gazing gorge, A shipwreck'd sailor, waiting for a sail: No sail from day to day, but every day The sunrise broken into scarlet shafts Among the palms and ferns and precipices; The blaze upon the waters to the east; The blaze upon his island overhead; The blaze upon the water to the west; Then the great stars that globed themselves in Heaven The hollower-bellowin...
Page 228 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Page 162 - Ten sweet summers, made my bosom thrill ! Will a swallow — or a swift, or some bird — Fly to her and say, I love her still ? Say my life's a desert drear and arid, To its one green spot I aye recur : Never, never, although three times married — Have I cared a jot for aught but her. No, mine own ! though early forced to leave you, Still my heart was there where first we met ; In those " Lodgings with an ample sea-view,'' Which were, forty years ago,
Page 190 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Page 238 - TERRIER in my Granny's hall, I whistle you out of my Granny's ; Hold you here, tail and all, in my hand, Little terrier: but if I could understand What you are, tail and all, and all in all, I should know what " black and tan " is. Kottabos, Dublin, 1870. There have been numerous imitations of In Memoriam, and Mr. William Dobson, in his "Poetical Ingenuities...
Page 273 - SAME AUTHOR A WRITER'S RECOLLECTIONS Demy Svo. 12s. &d. net. The Young Physician FRANCIS BRETT YOUNG Author of Marching on Tanga, etc. The Young Physician is the history of the formative years of a boy who, after leaving one of our public schools, decides more from force of circumstances than from inclination to enter the medical profession. Sidelight is thrown upon our educational system in the first part of the book, which is devoted to home and school life; while in the second, the impressions...
Page 221 - I was playing golf the day That the Germans landed; All our troops had run away, All our ships were stranded; And the thought of England's shame Altogether spoilt my game.

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