Collected Poems, Volume 2

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Frederick A. Stokes, 1913
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Page 293 - ... supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Page 337 - Why this is hell, nor am I out of it : Think'st thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of Heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being deprived of everlasting bliss ? O Faustus!
Page 93 - Heart of my heart, we can not die! Love triumphant in flower and tree, Every life that laughs at the sky Tells us nothing can cease to be; One, we are one with a song to-day, One with the clover that scents the wold, One with the Unknown, far away, One with the stars, when earth grows old.
Page 167 - WHEN Spring comes back to England And crowns her brows with May, Round the merry moonlit world She goes the greenwood way: She throws a rose to Italy, A fleur-de-lys to France; But round her regal morris-ring The seas of England dance, When Spring comes back to England And dons her robe of green, There's many a nation garlanded . • But England is the Queen; She's Queen, she's Queen of all the world Beneath the laughing...
Page 439 - The Spirit that moved upon the Deep Is moving through the minds of men; The nations feel it in their sleep. A change has touched their dreams again. Voices, confused and faint, arise, Troubling their hearts from east and west. A doubtful light is in their skies, A gleam that will not let them rest! The dawn, the dawn is on the wing, The stir of change on every side, Unsignalled as the approach of spring, Invincible as the hawthorn tide.
Page 53 - Is brought like a rose to the birth; And knights ride out to adventure As the flowers break out of the earth. Over the sweet-smelling mountain-passes The clouds lie brightly curled; The wild-flowers cling to the crags and swing With cataract-dews impearled; And the way, the way that you choose this day Is the way to the end of the world. It rolls from the golden long ago To the land that we ne'er shall find; And it's uphill here, but it's...
Page 54 - For it's soon, too soon to the end of the day, And the day is well begun ; And the road rolls on through the heart of the May, And there's never a May but one. There's a fir-wood here, and a dog-rose there, And a note of the mating dove; And a glimpse, maybe, of the warm blue sea, And the warm white clouds above; And warm to your breast in a tenderer nest Your sweetheart's little glove. There's not much better to win, my lad, There's not much better to win! You have lived, you have loved, you have...
Page 114 - the word that seals Thy tomb." He spake — " I have thought of a little child That I will have there to embark On small adventures in the wild, And front slight perils in the dark ; And I will hide from him and lure His laughing eyes with suns and moons, And rainbows that shall not endure ; And — when he is weary sing him drowsy tunes.
Page 115 - Or with his elfin balance weighs, Or with his foot-rule metes, the skies ; Or builds his castles by the deep, Or tunnels through the rocks, and then — Turn to Me as he falls asleep, And, in his dreams, feel for My hand again. And when he is older he shall be My friend and walk here at My side ; Or — when he wills — grow young with Me, And, to that happy world where once we died Descending through the calm blue weather, Buy life once more with our immortal breath, And wander through the little...
Page 182 - tis agreed, if thereto she agree, That fair Matilda henceforth change her name, And while it is the chance of Robin Hood To live in Sherwood a poor outlaw's life...

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