Goblin Market: The Prince's Progress, and Other PoemsMacmillan & Company, 1879 - 287 strán (strany) |
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beneath bird blood blossoms blow bough breast breath bride calleth canst Thou say Cherubim CHRISTINA G cold D. G. ROSSETTI dead dear death door doth dove dream drouth earth Edom evermore eyes face fair feet flowers fruit goblin GOBLIN MARKET golden gone green hair hand HARVARD COLLEGE hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hope and fear hour kiss Lady lambs land laugh Laura leaves lilies live Lizzie look Lord maiden Meggan moon morning mother nest never night pain pale Paradise pass pleasant Ratel rest rose saith sang shadows silent sing sister skylark sleep smile snow song SONNET sorrow soul Spring stay stood summer swallow sweet tears tender thee Thou to-day to-morrow tree turned Vanity of vanities voice wait wake watch waxed weary weep White poppies wind word
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Strana 146 - Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death : Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath : Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago.
Strana 153 - the growing grass, *-' Underneath the living flowers, Deeper than the sound of showers : There we shall not count the hours By the shadows as they pass. Youth and health will be but vain, Beauty reckoned of no worth : There a very little girth Can hold round what once the earth Seemed too narrow to contain.
Strana 132 - SONG. roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time. Oh violets for the grave of youth, And bay for those dead in their prime ; Give me the withered leaves I chose Before in the old time. THE HOUR AND THE GHOST.
Strana 166 - I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt For a dream's sake. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.
Strana 48 - Through sleep, as through a veil, She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast; Her face is toward the west The purple land. She cannot see the grain Ripening on hill and plain; She cannot feel the rain
Strana 227 - My life is like a broken bowl, A broken bowl that cannot hold One drop of water for my soul Or cordial in the searching cold; Cast in the fire the perished thing; Melt and remould it, till it be A royal cup for Him, my King: O Jesus, drink of me.
Strana 226 - with grief No everlasting hills I see; My life is in the falling leaf: O Jesus, quicken me. My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious in the barren dusk; My life is like a frozen thing, No bud nor greenness can I see:
Strana 40 - You should have wept her yesterday, Wasting upon her bed: But wherefore should you weep to-day That she is dead ? Lo, we who love weep not to-day, But crown her royal head. Let be these poppies that we strew, Your roses are too red : Let be these poppies, not for you Cut down and spread.
Strana 135 - I forget on this side of the grave ? I promise nothing: you must wait and see Patient and brave. (O my soul, watch with him and he with me.) Shall I forget in peace of Paradise? I promise nothing: follow, friend, and see Faithful and wise. (O my soul, lead the way he walks with me.)
Strana 234 - T WOULD have gone; God bade me stay: •*- I would have worked; God bade me rest. He broke my will from day to day, He read my yearnings unexpressed And said them nay. Now I would stay; God bids me go : Now I would rest; God bids me work.