The Earthly Paradise: A Poem

Naslovnica
Reeves and Turner, 1890 - Broj stranica: 445
A series of 24 tales in verse, 2 for each month of the year.
 

Odabrane stranice

Ostala izdanja - Prikaži sve

Uobičajeni izrazi i fraze

Popularni odlomci

Stranica 209 - Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. " And as we gazed this thing upon, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. Those twain knelt down to the Little One. Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. " And a marvellous song we straight did hear, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. That slew our sorrow and healed our care.
Stranica 227 - Grey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead, Wrought in dead days for men a long while dead. Come down, O love ; may not our hands still meet, Since still we live to-day, forgetting June, Forgetting May, deeming October sweet — — O hearken...
Stranica 443 - O Master, if thine heart could love us yet, Spite of things left undone, and wrongly done, Some place in loving hearts then should we get, For thou, sweet-souled, didst never stand alone, But knew'st the joy and woe of many an one — — By lovers dead, who live through thee we pray, Help thou us singers of an empty day!
Stranica 37 - But she ran on awhile, then as afraid Wavered and stopped, and turned and made no stay, Until the globe with its bright fellow lay. Then, as a troubled glance she cast around, Now far ahead the Argive could she see, And in her garment's hem one hand she wound To keep the double prize, and strenuously Sped o'er the course, and little doubt had she To win the day, though now but scanty space Was left betwixt him and the winning-place.
Stranica 32 - Nor did that wonder in his heart arise As toward the goal the conquering maid 'gan draw. Nor did he gaze upon her eyes with awe, Too full the pain of longing filled his heart For fear or wonder there to have a part.
Stranica 442 - Well, think of him, I bid thee, on the road, And if it hap that midst of thy defeat, Fainting beneath thy follies...
Stranica 443 - Then let the others go! and if indeed In some old garden thou and I have wrought, And made fresh flowers spring up from hoarded seed, And fragrance of old days and deeds have brought Back to folk weary; all was not for nought. — No little part it was for me to play — The idle singer of an empty day.
Stranica 28 - I and though I die ere June, Yet for the hope of life I give thee praise, Striving to swell the burden of the tune That even now I hear thy brown birds raise, Unmindful of the past or coming days ; Who sing : " O joy ! a new year is begun : What happiness to look upon the sun...

Bibliografski podaci