Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Volume 31Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1897 - Literature |
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Antonio Aubrey Ausonius beauty bless Bon Bec brother called century CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS Charles Reade charm child Christianity Cibber Claudian dear death Dolly dream earth Ernest Renan eyes face father feel flowers Frederick William Robertson French FRIEDRICH RÜCKERT FRITZ REUTER garden girl hand head heart heaven Herr Amtshauptmann honor human Ipsden James Clarence Mangan James Ford Rhodes lady laughed letter live look Lord Lucy master mind mother nature never night once passion Peg Woffington person Pierre Ronsard poems poet poetry poor psaltery religion Renan Ronsard Rossetti seemed Semitic silent sister smile song soul speak spirit Stilicho story strong sweet taste tears tell thee thine things thou thought tion told Translation truth turn verse Woffington woman women words write young youth
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Page 12388 - BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Page 12389 - Only remember me : you understand It will be late to counsel then, or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve ; For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.
Page 12390 - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.
Page 12339 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back, and flying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas ! she was not to be found : Nor from that hour could...
Page 12390 - O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again...
Page 12410 - And bathe there in God's sight. "We two will stand beside that shrine, Occult, withheld, untrod, Whose lamps are stirred continually With prayer sent up to God; And see our old prayers, granted, melt Each like a little cloud. "We two will lie i...
Page 12182 - God enlarge Japheth, and let him dwell in the tents of Shem; and let Canaan be his slave.
Page 12339 - Orsini lived ; and long was to be seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find — he knew not what. When he was gone, the house remained awhile Silent and tenantless — then went to strangers. Full fifty years were past, and all...
Page 12395 - ... thy gold, a moth is in thine array, A canker is in thy bud, thy leaf must decay. At midnight, at cock-crow, at morning, one certain day Lo, the Bridegroom shall come and shall not delay: Watch thou and pray. Then I answered: Yea. Passing away, saith my God, passing away: Winter passeth after the long delay: New grapes on the vine, new figs on the tender spray, Turtle calleth turtle in Heaven's May. Though I tarry, wait for Me, trust Me, watch and pray. Arise, come away, night is past, and lo...
Page 12420 - ... called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen. Mark me, how still I am ! But should there dart One moment through thy soul the soft surprise Of that winged Peace which lulls the breath of sighs, Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart Thy...