Ballads & SonnetsT. B. Mosher, 1903 - 334 sider |
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ballad behold beneath Beryl Beryl-stone bitter bower breast breath bright brow Catherine Douglas child cloud cried Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead dear death deep doth dream face fain fair feet fell fire flame flower gaze God's golden Gottfried August Bürger grace hair hand hast hath heard heaven Holycleugh hope hour immortal hours King King never smiled King's kiss knew lady light lips looked lord Love's memory moan moon mother neath never night o'er once pale Queen rain Rose Mary Rouen round royal train Scotish secret shadow shame sighs sight sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul soul's spirit Spring stood sweet tears thee thine eyes things thou thought throne thy heart thy soul to-day told tree turn Twas Unto Venus Victrix voice wave White Ship wind wings words Yesterday's son youth
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Side xxxii - Whose winds and spirits worship her. Brows, hands, and lips, heart, mind, and voice, . Kisses and words of Love-Lily, — Oh ! bid me with your joy rejoice Till riotous longing rest in me ! Ah ! let not hope be still distraught, But find in her its gracious goal, Whose speech Truth knows not from her thought Nor Love her body from her soul.
Side 135 - HEART'S COMPASS SOMETIMES thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are; A breathless wonder, shadowing forth afar Some heavenly solstice hushed and halcyon; Whose unstirred lips are music's visible tone; Whose eyes the sun-gate of the soul unbar, Being of its furthest fires oracular; — The evident heart of all life sown and mown.
Side 239 - Strange to think by the way, Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day.
Side 104 - Of its own arduous fulness reverent: Carve it in ivory or in ebony, As Day or Night may rule; and let Time see Its flowering crest impearled and orient. A Sonnet is a coin : its face reveals The soul, — its converse, to what Power 'tis due: — ' Whether for tribute to the august appeals Of Life, or dower in Love's high retinue, It serve; or, 'mid the dark wharf's cavernous breath, In Charon's palm it pay the toll to Death.
Side 114 - At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart: And as the last slow sudden drops are shed From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled, So singly flagged the pulses of each heart. Their bosoms sundered, with the opening start Of married flowers to either side outspread From the knit stem; yet still their mouths, burnt red, Fawned on each other where they lay apart.
Side 193 - BARREN SPRING Once more the changed year's turning wheel returns : And as a girl sails balanced in the wind, And now before and now again behind Stoops as it swoops, with cheek that laughs and burns', — So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd With the dead boughs that winter still must bind, And whom to-day the Spring no more concerns. Behold, this crocus is a withering flame ; This snowdrop, snow ; this apple-blossom's part To breed the...
Side 130 - HEART'S HAVEN SOMETIMES she is a child within mine arms, Cowering beneath dark wings that love must chase, • With still tears showering and averted face, Inexplicably filled with faint alarms: And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms I crave the refuge of her deep embrace, — Against all ills the fortified strong place And sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms.
Side 116 - LOVE'S LOVERS. SOME ladies love the jewels in Love's zone And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play In idle scornful hours he flings away ; And some that listen to his lute's soft tone Do love to vaunt the silver praise their own ; Some prize his blindfold sight ; and there be they Who kissed his wings which brought him yesterday And thank his wings to-day that he is flown. My lady only loves the heart of Love : Therefore Love's heart, my lady, hath for thee His bower of unimagined flower and...
Side xxvi - His own meaning was always personal and even recondite, in a certain sense learned and casuistical, sometimes complex or obscure; but the term was always, one could see, deliberately chosen from many competitors, as the just transcript of that peculiar phase of soul which he alone knew, precisely as he knew it. One of the peculiarities of The Blessed Damozel was a definiteness of sensible imagery, which seemed almost grotesque to some, and was strange, above all, in a theme so profoundly visionary....
Side xxix - Pity and love shall burn In her pressed cheek and cherishing hands; And from the living spirit of love that stands Between her lips to soothe and yearn, Each separate breath shall clasp me round in turn And loose my spirit's...