Unguarded Gates and Other Poems

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1895 - American poetry - 121 pages
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Page 13 - WIDE open and unguarded stand our gates, Named of the four winds, North, South, East, and West; Portals that lead to an enchanted land Of cities, forests, fields of living gold, Vast prairies, lordly summits touched with snow...
Page 69 - BROKEN MUSIC A note All out of tune in this world's instrument. AMY LEVY. I KNOW not in what fashion she was made, Nor what her voice was, when she used to speak, Nor if the silken lashes threw a shade On wan or rosy cheek. I picture her with sorrowful vague eyes Illumed with such strange gleams of inner light As linger in the drift of London skies Ere twilight turns to night. I know not; I conjecture.
Page 16 - Scythian, Teuton, Kelt, and Slav, Flying the Old World's poverty and scorn; These bringing with them unknown gods and rites, — Those, tiger passions, here to stretch their claws. In street and alley what strange tongues are loud, Accents of menace alien to our air...
Page 16 - A later Eden planted in the wilds, With not an inch of earth within its bound But if a slave's foot press it sets him free!
Page 118 - ORIGINALITY No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat ; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.
Page 26 - Thou shalt have gentle greeting of thy love ! Her eyelids will have turned to violets, Her bosom to white lilies, and her breath To roses. What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower, or winged air. If this befalls our poor unworthy flesh, Think thee what destiny awaits the soul ! What glorious vesture it shall wear at last...
Page 16 - Wide open and unguarded stand our gates, And through them presses a wild motley throng — Men from the Volga and the Tartar steppes, Featureless figures of the Hoang-Ho, Malayan, Scythian, Teuton, Kelt, and Slav, Flying the Old World's poverty and scorn ; These bringing with them unknown gods and rites, Those, tiger passions, here to stretch their claws. In street and alley what strange tongues are these, Accents of menace alien to our air, Voices that once the Tower of Babel knew ! O Liberty, white...
Page 17 - Featureless figures of the Hoang-Ho, Malayan, Scythian, Teuton, Kelt, and Slav, Flying the Old World's poverty and scorn; These bringing with them unknown gods and rites, Those, tiger passions, here to stretch their claws. In street and alley what strange tongues are loud, Accents of menace alien to our air, Voices that once the Tower of Babel knew! O Liberty, white Goddess ! is it well To leave the gates unguarded ? On thy breast Fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of fate, Lift the down-trodden,...
Page 91 - Yet nothing know we of that dim frontier Which each must cross, whatever fate betide, To reach the heavenly cities where abide (Thus Sorrow whispers) those that were most dear, Now...
Page 72 - LET art be all in all," one time I said, And straightway stirred the hypercritic gall : I said not, " Let technique be all in all,

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