Georgian Poetry, 1913-1915Sir Edward Howard Marsh G. P. Putnam's sons, 1916 - 242 sidor |
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Sida 61 - If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England.
Sida 67 - THE MOON Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright; Thy beauty makes me like the child That cries aloud to own thy light : The little child that lifts each arm To press thee to her bosom warm. Though there are birds that sing this night With thy white beams across their throats, Let my deep silence speak for me More than for them their sweetest notes: Who worships thee till music fails, Is greater than thy nightingales.
Sida 56 - I've known, Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown About the winds of the world, and fades from brains Of living men, and dies. Nothing remains. O dear my loves, O faithless, once again This one last gift I give : that after men Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed, Praise you, " All these were lovely " ; say,
Sida 105 - I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep Beyond the village which men still call Tyre, With leaden age o'ercargoed, dipping deep For Famagusta and the hidden sun That rings black Cyprus with a lake of fire...
Sida 190 - THE SNARE I HEAR a sudden cry of pain ! There is a rabbit in a snare: Now I hear the cry again But I cannot tell from where. But I cannot tell from where He is calling out for aid ; Crying on the frightened air, Making everything afraid. Making everything afraid, Wrinkling up his little face, As he cries again for aid; And I cannot find the place I And I cannot find the place Where his paw is in the snare: Little one! Oh, little one ! I am searching everywhere!
Sida 73 - I asked her would she like some grapes, Some damsons ripe and sweet; A custard made with new-laid eggs, Or tender fowl to eat. 'I promised I would follow her, To see her in her grave; And buy a wreath with borrowed pence, If nothing I could save. 'Yet still her cry but came to this "Not for the world! Take care: Don't touch that bird of paradise, Perched on the bedpost there!
Sida 149 - With each and every chanting sprite That lit the sky that wondrous night As far as eye could climb! I heard it all, I heard the whole Harmonious hymn of being roll Up through the chapel of my soul And at the altar die, And in the awful quiet then Myself I heard, Amen, Amen, Amen I heard me cry ! I heard it all and then although I caught my flying senses, Oh, A dizzy man was I ! I stood and stared; the sky was lit, The sky was stars all over it, I stood, I knew not why...
Sida 69 - Beyond the town, where wild flowers growA rainbow and a cuckoo, Lord, How rich and great the times are now ! Know, all ye sheep And cows, that keep On staring that I stand so long In grass that's wet from heavy rain — A rainbow and a cuckoo's song May never come together again ; May never come This side the tomb.
Sida 139 - And in all the tramping herd Not a bull that barred his way, Not a cow that said him nay, Not a bull or cow that erred...
Sida 58 - This life cannot be All, they swear, For how unpleasant, if it were!