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ALFRED AUSTIN autumn Ave Maria Benedicite bird bloom boughs breast Breton brow ceased cheek cloistered darkness dawn dear death deep dewy doth dream earth empty nest eyes face faggots fancy feet flower foxglove fresh fruit gate gaze gloaming grave grow hand harvest hath hear heard heart Heaven hushed kiss leaned leaves lingered live look love's Mehemet Ali mellow month when sings morning ne'er neath never night o'er once peace popinjay pray prayer rapture reap ringdove roof rose round scent scorn seemed sheltered silence sings the cuckoo sleep smile smooth soft song soul sound southernwood Spring star stood stream summer sweet tears tender There's thought thyme Twas twilight twixt unto voice wandered waves wend wind wing withal woodbine woods XVII XVIII youth
Page 40 - And the ridge with their musket-rattle rang, Till the faces that lined the last redoubt Could see their faces and hear their shout. In the redoubt a fair form towered, That cheered up the brave and chid the coward ; Brandishing blade with a gallant air ; His head erect and his bosom bare. "Fly ! they are on us ! " his men implored ; But he waved them on with his waving sword.
Page 41 - Fly! they are on us!" his men implored; But he waved them on with his waving sword. "It cannot be held; 'tis no shame to go!" But he stood with his face set hard to the foe. Then clung they about him, and tugged, and knelt; He drew a pistol from out his belt, And fired it blank at the first that set Foot on the edge of the parapet Over that first one toppled; but on Clambered the rest till their bayonets shone, As hurriedly fled his men dismayed, Not a bayonet's length from the length of his blade.
Page 24 - The joy she feared is at her side, Spring's blushing secret now is known. The primrose and its mates have flown, The thrush's ringing note hath died; But glancing eye and glowing tone Fall on her from her god, her guide. She knows not, asks not, what the goal, She only feels she moves towards bliss, And yields her pure unquestioning soul To touch and fondling kiss. And still she haunts those woodland ways, Though all fond fancy finds there now To mind of spring or summer days, Are sodden trunk and...
Page 156 - O cruel bird ! will you never have done ? Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! You sing for the cloud, as you sang for the sun ; Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! You mock me now as you mocked me then, When I knew not yet that the loves of men Are as brief as the glamour of glade and glen, And the glee of the fleeting cuckoo.
Page 176 - Soul, heart, and body, we thus singly name, Are not, in love, divisible and distinct, But each with each inseparably linked. One is not honour, and the other shame, But burn as closely fused as fuel, heat, and flame. " They do not love who give the body and keep The heart ungiven ; nor they who yield the soul, And guard the body. Love doth give the whole ; Its range being high as heaven, as ocean deep, Wide as the realms of air or planet's curving sweep.
Page 21 - One year when the harvest feasts were done, And the mending of tattered nets begun, And the kittiwake's scream took a weirder key From the wailing wind and the moaning sea, He was found, at morn, on the fresh-strewn snow, Frozen, and faint, and crooning low, Ave Maria ! IX.
Page 19 - In the ages of faith, before the day When men were too proud to weep or pray, There stood in a red-roofed Breton town, Snugly nestled 'twixt sea and down, A chapel for simple souls to meet, Nightly, and sing with voices sweet, — "Ave Maria!
Page 155 - But the cuckoo comes back and shouts once more, Cuckoo ! And the world is as young as it was before : Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! It grows not older for mortal tears, For the falsehood of men or for women's fears ; Tis as young as it was in the bygone years, When first was heard the cuckoo.
Page 41 - They lifted him up from the dabbled ground; His limbs were shapely and soft and round, No down on his lip, on his cheek no shade, — "Bismillah!" they cried, "'tis an infidel maid!" Mehemet Ali came and saw The riddled breast and the tender jaw. "Make her a bier of your arms," he said, "And daintily bury this dainty dead!