A Woman's PoemsJ.R. Osgood, 1878 - 127 pages |
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afar Angel answer'd asters beautiful Bird of Paradise birds bloom blossom blush-rose bosom breast breath brier-rose bright BROTHER'S HAND buds butterflies calm dark darling dead DEATH dove dream dropp'd dust eyes face faded fair fairy FALLEN ANGELS feet flowers flush'd gather'd ghost glimmering glitter gloom glory golden gone grass grave gray grew hair hear heart Heaven Hugh kiss land light lilies lips lonesome look look'd Lyre mist moan moon never night once pallor pass'd phantom play'd PLAYING BEGGARS plumage pretty quiet rose scar seem'd shadow shining show'd silence sing SISTER OF MERCY skies sleep slow smile snowy song soul stars summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought timid to-day touch'd tremulous twilight UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN walk'd wear whisper'd wild wind wings wither'd wound
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Page 74 - When little Jessie died last night, How could she walk to Heaven — it is so far? How did she find the way without a light? There was n't even any moon or star. "Will she have red or golden wings? Then will she have to be a bird, and fly? Do they take men like presidents and kings, In hearses with black plumes clear to the sky? "How old is God? Has he gray hair? Can He see yet? Where did He have to stay Before — you know — he had made — Anywhere? Who does He pray to — when He has to pray?...
Page 118 - Then we talked of coldness and pallor, And of things with blinded eyes That stared at the golden stillness Of the moon in those lighted skies; And of souls, at morning wrestling In the dust with passion and moan, So far away at evening In the silence of worlds unknown. But a delicate wind beside us Was rustling the dusky hours, As it gathered the dewy odors Of the snowy jessamine-flowers.
Page 125 - Like some great jewel quick with fire. But let me, singing, sit apart, In tender quiet with a few, And keep my fame upon my heart, A little blush-rose wet with dew.
Page 54 - With the wild-bloom you gathered to-day In your quiet shut hands, from the light And the dark you will wander away. Though no graves in the bee-haunted grass, And no love in the beautiful sky, Shall take you as yet, you will pass,— With this kiss, through these teardrops.
Page 2 - Then go as the Night — in June: Pass, dreamily, by the crowd, With jewels to mock the stars and the moon, And shadowy robes like cloud. "Or as Spring, with a spray in your hair Of blossoms as yet unblown; It will suit you well, for our youth should wear The bloom in the bud alone. "Or drift from the outer gloom With the soft white silence of Snow:" I should melt myself with the warm, close room — Or my own life's burning. No. "Then fly through the glitter and mirth As a Bird of Paradise:" Nay,...
Page 15 - YES, Katie, I think you are very sweet, Now that the tangles are out of your hair, And you sing as well as the birds you meet, That are playing, like you, in the blossoms there. But now you are coming to kiss me, you say: Well, what is it for? Shall I tie your shoe? Or loop up your sleeve in a prettier way? 2. "Have I seen one?
Page 16 - Just across the road by the cherry-trees Some fallen white stones had been lying so long, Half hid in the grass, and under these There were people dead. I could hear the song Of a very sleepy dove as I passed The graveyard near, and the cricket that cried ; And I look'd (ah! the Ghost is coming at last!) And something was walking at my side.
Page 18 - Far off, half hiding, in the old home-grass. Ah, pretty names for pretty moods ; and you, Who love me, such sweet shapes as these can see ; But, take it from its sphere of bloom and dew, And where will then your bird or blossom be?
Page 75 - How does the wind look when it doesn't blow? " Where does the rainbow end ? And why Did — Captain Kidd — bury the gold there ? When Will this world burn ? And will the firemen try To put the fire out with the engines then? " If you should ever die, may we Have pumpkins growing in the garden, so My fairy godmother can come for me, When there's a prince's ball, and let me go?
Page 93 - Oh, I would have my folded hands Take it into the dust with me; All other little things of mine I'd leave in the bright world with thee.