The House of Life: A Sonnet-sequenceEllis and Elvey, 1898 - 118 sider |
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ardours beauty's blent bough bowers breast breath change and fate chrysoprase cling cloud dark dead Death deep dost doth dower evermore fain fair fire flowering rush flowers furthest gaze gifts glances glory golden grace hair hand hath heart of flame heaven hour House inmost kiss Lady last Embrace lean Life's light look Lord Love possess Love's heart Love's high loveliest lovers speak memory moan moon mouth murmuring neath night o'er passionate Poems powers primordial Prefatory Hote proud Youth rapture Rossetti round shadowed shed sighs sight silence sleep smile soft softly song Sonnet Sonnet III LOVE'S soul's sovereign spirit Spring stream sundering seas sweet tears thine eyes things things remembered thou throned thy body thy face thy heart thy name thy soul to-day trinsic Unto VENUS VICTRIX visible silence voice warm wave Willowwood wind wings Yesterday's son youth
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Side 90 - Man's measured path is all gone o'er : Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh, Man clomb until he touched the truth ; and I, Even I, am he whom it was destined for." How should this be ? Art thou then so much more Than they who sowed, that thou shouldst reap thereby ? Nay, come up hither. From this wave-washed mound Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me ; Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd. Miles and miles distant though the last line be, • And though thy soul sail...
Side 33 - SILENT NOON. YOUR hands lie open in the long fresh grass, — The finger-points look through like rosy blooms : Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
Side 70 - HERSELF. To be a sweetness more desired than Spring ; A bodily beauty more acceptable Than the wild rose-tree's arch that crowns the fell ; To be an essence more environing Than wine's drained juice ; a music ravishing More than the passionate pulse of Philomel...
Side 95 - ... loved before the gift of Eve,) That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive, And her enchanted hair was the first gold. And still she sits, young while the earth is old, And, subtly of herself contemplative, Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave, Till heart and body and life are in its hold.
Side 63 - Only our mirrored eyes met silently In the low wave ; and that sound came to be The passionate voice I knew ; and my tears fell. And at their fall, his eyes beneath grew hers ; And with his foot and with his wing-feathers He swept the spring that watered my heart's drouth. Then the dark ripples spread to waving hair, And as I stooped, her own lips rising there Bubbled with brimming kisses at my mouth.
Side 12 - A sonnet is a moment's monument — Memorial from the Soul's eternity To one dead deathless hour.
Side 40 - THOU lovely and beloved, thou my love ; Whose kiss seems still the first ; whose summoning eyes, Even now, as for our love-world's new sunrise, Shed very dawn ; whose voice, attuned above All modulation of the deep-bowered dove, Is like a hand laid softly on the soul ; Whose hand is like a sweet voice to control Those worn tired brows it hath the keeping of...
Side 18 - LOVESIGHT WHEN do I see thee most, beloved one ? When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face, their altar, solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known ? Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,) Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies, And my soul only sees thy soul its own ? O love, my love ! if I no more should see Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee...
Side 114 - A Superscription Look in my face ; my name is Might-have-been ; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen...
Side 25 - ... heart through thee, Whereof the articulate throbs accompany The smooth black stream that makes thy whiteness fair,— Sweet fluttering sheet, even of her breath aware, — Oh let thy silent song disclose to me That soul wherewith her lips and eyes agree Like married music in Love's answering air. Fain had I watched her when, at some fond thought. Her bosom to the writing closelier press'd, And her breast's secrets peered into her breast; When, through eyes raised an instant, her soul sought My...