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Page 80 - Enamored architect of airy rhyme, Build as thou wilt, heed not what each man says. Good souls, but innocent of dreamers' ways, Will come, and marvel why thou wastest time; Others, beholding how thy turrets climb 'Twixt theirs and heaven, will hate thee all thy days; But most beware of those who come to praise. O Wondersmith, O worker in sublime And heaven-sent dreams, let art be all in all; Build as thou wilt, unspoiled by praise or blame, Build as thou wilt, and as thy light is given ; Then, if...
Page 16 - Good-night! I have to say good-night To such a host of peerless things ! Good-night unto the slender hand All queenly with its weight of rings; Good-night to fond, uplifted eyes, Good-night to chestnut braids of hair, Good-night unto the perfect mouth, And all the sweetness nestled there — The snowy hand detains me, then I'll have to say good-night again ! But there will come a time, my love, When, if I read our stars aright, I shall not linger by this porch With my farewells.
Page 24 - AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA BENEATH the warrior's helm, behold The flowing tresses of the woman! Minerva, Pallas, what you will — A winsome creature, Greek or Roman. Minerva? No! 'tis some sly minx In cousin's helmet masquerading; If not — then Wisdom was a dame For sonnets and for serenading! I thought the goddess cold, austere, Not made for love's despairs and blisses: Did Pallas wear her hair like that? Was Wisdom's mouth so shaped for kisses? The Nightingale should be...
Page 46 - Masks. Black Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise And shows you laughing lips and roguish eyes; But when, unmasked, gay Comedy appears, How wan her cheeks are, and what heavy tears ! The Rose.
Page 24 - Pallas wear her hair like that ? Was Wisdom's mouth so shaped for kisses ? The Nightingale should be her bird, And not the Owl, big-eyed and solemn : How very fresh she looks, and yet...
Page 21 - I wonder what day of the week — I wonder what month of the year — Will it be midnight, or morning, And who will bend over my bier...
Page 29 - And on, through deathless time, Lady mine, These lovers in their prime, (Two fairy ghosts together !) Ride, with sea-green robe, and feather ! Lady mine. And so we two will ride, Lady mine, At your pleasure, side by side, Laugh and chat ; I bending over, Half your friend and all your lover ! Lady mine.
Page 34 - WE knew it would rain, for all the morn A spirit on slender ropes of mist Was lowering its golden buckets down Into the vapory amethyst Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens, — Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers, Dipping the jewels out of the sea, To sprinkle them over the land in showers. We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind — and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain!
Page 79 - Sleep is busy with my eyes : I seem in some waste solitude to stand Once ruled of Cheops : upon either hand A dark illimitable desert lies, Sultry and still, — a realm of mysteries...
Page 89 - In diamond air, and under hanging bowers The Arno glides, this faded violet grew On Landor's grave ; from Landor's heart it drew Its magic azure in the long spring hours. Within the shadow of the Pyramid Of Caius Cestius was the daisy found, White as the soul of Keats in Paradise. The Pansy — there were hundreds of them...

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