Yale Lyrics: A Collection of Verses from the Undergraduate Publications of Yale University, 1885-1889

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Samuel Newman Pond
Printed at the Riverside Press, 1889 - College verse - 103 pages
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Page 80 - The sky's clear blue is veiled in dreamy haze, And lazily the snow-white clouds glide by ; The far off mountains rise against the sky In indistinct and dreamy browns and greys. The nearer fields and pastures are ablaze With the royal golden-rod ; the roses die With one last breath of incense, like a sigh In memory of voluptuous July days. There breathes a grateful stillness, made more still By every murmur of the bandit bees, By all the corn-field's rustling symphonies, And each pulsation of the...
Page 17 - ... beautiful shred that I caught from the robe of the Days, From the robe of the halcyon Days ?" III. APRIL SHOWERS. The snows had melted from the ways And bared the withered grass and leaves. Warm rains from heaven's dripping eaves Bade earth's sad bosom be at peace, And stirred within the hearts of Mowers A longing for this world of ours. Out of the dreamy meadow's deeps At Nature's benedicite The cowslips wakened with a sigh. In crevices of rocky steeps The lover wind sang lullabies To all his...
Page 97 - It is an expression of a feeling akin to that which Shahmah uttered when wandering from his native Algiers in search of freedom. " I ask not if others are truer or fairer or greater than thou ; but I stretch out my arms to thee, mother of my boyhood, for thou only art mine." NIGHT. The slumbrous night broods over thee, O Earth ! On thy broad mother-bosom, shadows sleep. Hushed now the din of day; the veiled hours creep Back toward Eternity, that gave them birth To ease our weight of sorrow. Ah the...
Page 24 - quoth he, ' Thy book's no book for me. The page I read is rarer, And tenderer, and fairer ; For thine contains, at best, Life-shadows — love's unrest ; But mine contains all truth, All beauty aud all youth, All feelings fond and coy, And deep aud passionate joy.
Page 67 - ... Dank, vaporous mists o'er vale and lowland rolling, Mountains and hills in forest vesture dight, One burst of song from thousand throats outpouring A lay of greeting to the nascent light, Phoebus loud knocking at the Eastern portal — Gone is the night! A flood of crimson glory fast receding In splendor from a distant Western shore, A peaceful hush o'er Nature's fair face stealing, Grim Darkness stalking through some phantom door, Pale Luna's silver face high in the heavens, Each flitting moment...
Page 24 - THE TWO BOOKS. A LOVER and his lass Lay reading on the grass A book of olden story, Of love, and grief, and glory. The maiden's eyes were bright With pity and delight, And stray'd not from the book, E'en for a casual look At him her life's dear lord — Beside her on the sward ; But read, with lips apart, The too entrancing tale that thrill'd through all her heart.
Page 14 - ... childhood. But he has left to the world the history of his sorrows and disappointments in those wonderful nocturnes and weird Polish dances, which seem to be the direct outpouring of his sensitive, affectionate heart. John C. Griggs. A SONG OF THE DAYS. THE PICTURE. Beautiful tender eyes Suffused with a violet glow — Strips of blue from Italian skies Just deepened a shade or so. Cheeks of a pale rare rose, Lips of a rosier red, Dark brown hair that languidly flows Over an exquisite head. A...
Page 28 - HENRY TIMROD, DIED OCT. 7, 1867. He turned his face toward Death, stretched forth his arms To welcome him as if a bidden guest, Forgot the doubts and fears, the vague alarms Of darkness and the vast beyond Until for comfort's sake a fond Consoling voice had whispered, " It is rest !" Then looking back on Life, the book of years Lay open at the page of Love's bequest. Again he saw his youth, and coursing tears Between the closing eyelids crept, While low he murmured as he slept, "Ah, Love is dearer...
Page 50 - Thus, many souls hast thou made treason-stained Against their Maker ; yet because thou wert A faithful seeker for him in thy youth, And only down-crushed by thy lot didst raise Rebellious voice against him, thou shalt know The boundless mercy of a Father God Sitting in judgment on a wayward son. — Harold Russell Griffith. THE OXFORD MOVEMENT. JOHN HENRY NEWMAN, retired from the world in the oratory at Birmingham, appeals to the imagination still. The power of his genius is even now alive, although...

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