PoemsM. Secker, 1927 - 145 páginas |
Términos y frases comunes
ADELPHI LIBRARY ANNE DOUGLAS SEDGWICK ARTHUR MACHEN Autumn bean-stalk beauty beneath bird blossoms blue and tall boughs breast breath coloured D. H. LAWRENCE DAILY TELEGRAPH dead dear Death door dream dust eyes face feet fire flame flower forever forget G. K. CHesterton garden gown grass grey grief grow old grown so free HAMPDENSHIRE WONDER hand hear heart Heaven hill hug-the-hearth J. D. BEresford J. E. FLECKER kin to Sorrow knew laugh leave light LITERARY SUPPLEMENT looked LORD ALFRED DOUGLAS lover merry never night NORMAN DOUGLAS OLIVER ONIONS once pass Persephone Prue quiet rain road rose sand scream SEA AND SARDINIA secret earth Silence sing sleep smell song Sonnets soul sound spring stalk stand sweet tell thin things throat tide tree Unto walk watch weeds weep Whispering wind
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Página 21 - The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, — No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That cannot keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat — the sky Will cave in on him by and by.
Página 20 - About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky...
Página 22 - That gaunt crag To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! World, World, I cannot get thee close enough! Long have I known a glory in it all, But never knew I this; Here such a passion is As stretcheth me apart, - Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year; My soul is all but out of me, - let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
Página 52 - ... WE were very tired, we were very merry — We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
Página 19 - Fell from the sky and struck my grave. I know not how such things can be I only know there came to me A fragrance such as never clings To aught save happy living things; A sound as of some joyous elf Singing sweet songs to please himself, And, through and over everything, A sense of glad awakening.
Página 91 - Passer Mortuus Est Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness, - presently Every bed is narrow Unremembered as old rain Dries the sheer libation, And the little petulant hand Is an annotation. After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?
Página 17 - And scarce the friendly voice or face: A grave is such a quiet place. The rain, I said, is kind to come And speak to me in my new home. I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain...
Página 94 - THE railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn'ta train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking. All night there isn'ta train goes by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming. My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn'ta train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.
Página 17 - Deep in the earth I rested now; Cool is its hand upon the brow And soft its breast beneath the head Of one who is so gladly dead. And all at once, and over all The pitying rain began to fall...
Página 71 - OH, THINK not I am faithful to a vow! Faithless am I save to love's self alone. Were you not lovely I would leave you now: After the feet of beauty fly my own. Were you not still my hunger's rarest food, And water ever to my wildest thirst, I would desert you — think not but I would ! — And seek another as I sought you first. But you are mobile as the veering air, And all your charms more changeful than the tide, Wherefore to be inconstant is no care: I have but to continue at your side. So wanton,...