Youth's Encounter

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D. Appleton, 1913 - 500 sidor

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Sida 307 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Sida 275 - BEFORE the beginning of years, There came to the making of man Time, with a gift of tears; Grief, with a glass that ran; Pleasure, with pain for leaven; Summer, with flowers that fell; Remembrance fallen from heaven, And madness risen from hell; Strength without hands to smite ; Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And life, the shadow of death.
Sida 307 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Sida 224 - And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it.
Sida 275 - A FORSAKEN GARDEN IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round with rocks as an inland island, The ghost of a garden fronts the sea. A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses The steep square slope of the blossomless bed Where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses Now lie dead. The fields fall southward, abrupt and broken, To the low last edge of the long lone land.
Sida 11 - I'LL tell you a story, About Jack a Nory, And now my story's begun: I'll tell you another, About Jack and his brother, And now my story's done.
Sida 209 - Quam multa in silvis auctumni frigore primo Lapsa cadunt folia, aut ad terram gurgite ab alto 310 Quam multae glomerantur aves, ubi frigidus annus Trans pontum fugat et terris immittit apricis.
Sida 224 - And go quickly, and tell His disciples that He is risen from the dead ; and, behold, He goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see Him: lo, I have told you.
Sida 168 - One little girl in blue, lad, Who won your father's heart, Became your mother, I married the other— But we have drifted apart. "That picture was one of those girls...

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