Poems by the WayReeves and Turner, 1892 - Broj stranica: 196 |
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abide adown aloft amidst anigh art thou bower comes summer cried death deeds deemed Denmark's Deus est Deus Deus pauperum doth drave dream E'en earth est Deus pauperum eyes face Fair lord Fair summer fair upriseth Farewell my love feet FLOWERING ORCHARD glad gold Goldilocks and Goldi gone grey grief Hafbur and Signy hair hall Hallbiorn hand Hast thou hath healing in summer hearken heart Hellelil Iceland King King's Daughter King's son Hafbur kissed knight Aagen land lips locks looked lord Love's maid maiden Maltete mother neath never nigh night nought o'er Queen Queen's bower Raven sewed shalt thou sleep Snæbiorn sore sorrow spake stood summer if winter sweet sword tale tell thee thine thou art thrall's to-day true-love twain twixt unto upriseth the rim voice weary wend Whitewater wilt thou wind wood word ye are happy
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Stranica 35 - Rise up on the morrow And go on your ways toward the doubt and the strife; Join hope to our hope and blend sorrow with sorrow, And seek for men's love in the short days of life." But lo, the old inn, and the lights and the fire, And the fiddler's old tune and the shuffling of feet; Soon for us shall be quiet and rest and desire, And tomorrow's uprising to deeds shall be sweet.
Stranica 109 - I tell you this for a wonder, that no man then shall be glad Of his fellow's fall and mishap to snatch at the work he had. For that which the worker winneth shall then be his indeed, Nor shall half be reaped for nothing by him that sowed no seed.
Stranica 66 - I know a little garden close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night, And have one with me wandering. "And though within it no birds sing, And though no pillared house is there, And though the apple boughs are bare Of fruit and blossom, would to God, Her feet upon the green grass trod, And I beheld them as before. "There comes a murmur from the shore...
Stranica 33 - Far, far have we wandered and long was the day, But now cometh eve at the end of the village, Where over the grey wall the church riseth grey. There is wind in the twilight; in the white road before us The straw from the ox-yard is blowing about; The moon's rim is rising, a star glitters o'er us, And the vane on the spire-top is swinging in doubt.
Stranica 105 - Go read in story their deeds and glory, Their names amidst the nameless dead; Turn then from lying to us slow-dying In that good world to which they led; Where fast and faster our iron master, The thing we made, for ever drives, Bids us grind treasure and fashion pleasure For other hopes and other lives.
Stranica 112 - Come, then, let us cast off fooling, and put by ease and rest, For the Cause alone is worthy till the good days bring the best. Come, join in the only battle wherein no man can fail, Where whoso fadeth and dieth, yet his deed shall still prevail. Ah! come, cast off all fooling, for this, at least, we know: That the Dawn and the Day is coming, and forth the Banners go.
Stranica 14 - But out-worn elders guide the plough, And we return no more. And now the women heavy-eyed Turn through the open door From gazing down the highway wide, Where we return no more. The shadows of the fruited close Dapple the feast-hall floor ; There lie our dogs and dream and doze, And we return no more. Down from the minster tower to-day Fall the soft chimes of yore Amidst the chattering jackdaws' play : And iiie return no more.
Stranica 108 - For then, laugh not, but listen to this strange tale of mine, All folk that are in England shall be better lodged than swine. Then a man shall work and bethink him, and rejoice in the deeds of his hand...