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The Foundling
Beautiful Mother, I have toiled all day; And I am wearied. And the day is done. Now, while the wild brooks runSoft by the furrows--fading, gold to gray, Their laughters turned to musing--ah, let me Hide here my face at thine unheeding knee, Beautiful Mother; if I be thy son.The birds fly low. Gulls, starlings, hoverers, Along the meadows and the paling foam, All wings of thine that roamFly down, fly down. One reedy murmur blurs The silence of the earth; and from the warm Face of the field the upward savors swarm Into the darkness. And the herds are home.All they are stalled and folded for their rest, The creatures: cloud-fleece young that leap and veer; Mad-mane and...
Josephine Preston Peabody
A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break
I will accept thy will to do and be, Thy hatred and intolerance of sin, Thy will at least to love, that burns within And thirsteth after Me:So will I render fruitful, blessing still, The germs and small beginnings in thy heart, Because thy will cleaves to the better part. - Alas, I cannot will.Dost not thou will, poor soul? Yet I receive The inner unseen longings of the soul, I guide them turning towards Me; I control And charm hearts till they grieve:If thou desire, it yet shall come to pass, Though thou but wish indeed to choose My love; For I have power in earth and heaven above. - I cannot wish, alas!What, neither choose nor wish to choose? and yet I still must strive to win thee and ...
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Welcome And Farewell.
Quick throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste,And lo! 'twas done with speed of light;The evening soon the world embraced,And o'er the mountains hung the night.Soon stood, in robe of mist, the oak,A tow'ring giant in his size,Where darkness through the thicket broke,And glared with hundred gloomy eyes.From out a hill of clouds the moonWith mournful gaze began to peer:The winds their soft wings flutter'd soon,And murmur'd in mine awe-struck ear;The night a thousand monsters made,Yet fresh and joyous was my mind;What fire within my veins then play'd!What glow was in my bosom shrin'd!I saw thee, and with tender prideFelt thy sweet gaze pour joy on me;While all my heart ...
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Wishes
I wish we could live as the flowers live, To breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun;To slumber and sway in the heart of the night, And to die when our glory had done.I wish we could love as the bees love, To rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh;With laughter, when, after the wooer had won, Love flew with a whispered good-bye.I wish we could die as the birds die, To fly and to fall when our beauty was best:No trammels of time on the years of our face; And to leave but an empty nest.
Dora Sigerson Shorter
Kisses
There was a young sailor of Lyd,Who loved a fair Japanese kid; When it came to good-bye, They were eager but shy,So they put up a sunshade and - did.
Unknown
Sonnet XII.
Quando fra l' altre donne ad ora ad ora.THE BEAUTY OF LAURA LEADS HIM TO THE CONTEMPLATION OF THE SUPREME GOOD. Throned on her angel brow, when Love displaysHis radiant form among all other fair,Far as eclipsed their choicest charms appear,I feel beyond its wont my passion blaze.And still I bless the day, the hour, the place,When first so high mine eyes I dared to rear;And say, "Fond heart, thy gratitude declare,That then thou had'st the privilege to gaze.'Twas she inspired the tender thought of love,Which points to heaven, and teaches to despiseThe earthly vanities that others prize:She gave the soul's light grace, which to the skiesBids thee straight onward in the right path move;Whence buoy'd by hope e'en, now I soar to...
Francesco Petrarca
Amour 38
If chaste and pure deuotion of my youth,Or glorie of my Aprill-springing yeeres,Vnfained loue in naked simple truth,A thousand vowes, a thousand sighes and teares;Or if a world of faithful seruice done,Words, thoughts, and deeds deuoted to her honor,Or eyes that haue beheld her as theyr sunne,With admiration euer looking on her:A lyfe that neuer ioyd but in her loue,A soule that euer hath ador'd her name,A fayth that time nor fortune could not moue,A Muse that vnto heauen hath raised her fame. Though these, nor these deserue to be imbraced, Yet, faire vnkinde, too good to be disgraced.
Michael Drayton
Love Better Than Knowledge
O Thou Eternal One, look downUpon an erring child of earth;Thy handiwork with knowledge crown,Or life will seem of little worth;By Thine own light illume my way,And turn this darkness into day.I hear a whisper in my heart--"Than knowledge, better far is love;Thy knowledge here is but in part,The perfect waits for Thee above:Walk now by faith, and leave to meThe things now wrap'd in mystery."Weighed down with mysteries profoundI lean upon Thy loving breast;The great unknown still girts me round,But Thou art mine, and here I rest;Unsolved the mysteries remain;But they no longer give me pain.My finite mind may never graspThe thought of Thy immensity;But I Thy hand more firmly clasp--To feel Thee near...
Joseph Horatio Chant
The Diary Of An Old Soul. - November
1. THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all; Thou know'st our evens, our morns, our red and gray; How moons, and hearts, and seasons rise and fall; How we grow weary plodding on the way; Of future joy how present pain bereaves, Rounding us with a dark of mere decay, Tossed with a drift Of summer-fallen leaves. 2. Thou knowest all our weeping, fainting, striving; Thou know'st how very hard it is to be; How hard to rouse faint will not yet reviving; To do the pure thing, trusting all to thee; To hold thou art there, for all no face we see; How hard to think, through cold and dark and dearth, That thou art nearer ...
George MacDonald
In the Early, Pearly Morning: Song by Valgovind
The fields are full of Poppies, and the skies are very blue,By the Temple in the coppice, I wait, Beloved, for you.The level land is sunny, and the errant air is gay,With scent of rose and honey; will you come to me to-day?From carven walls above me, smile lovers; many a pair."Oh, take this rose and love me!" she has twined it in her hair.He advances, she retreating, pursues and holds her fast,The sculptor left them meeting, in a close embrace at last.Through centuries together, in the carven stone they lie,In the glow of golden weather, and endless azure sky.Oh, that we, who have for pleasure so short and scant a stay,Should waste our summer leisure; will you come to me to-day?The Temple bells are ringing, for the marriage month has come.I hea...
Adela Florence Cory Nicolson
Young Love IX - Never - Ever
My mouth to thy mouthAh never, ah never!My breast from thy breastEternities sever;But my soul to thy soulFor ever and ever.
Richard Le Gallienne
Beautiful Hands.
O your hands - they are strangely fair!Fair - for the jewels that sparkle there, -Fair - for the witchery of the spellThat ivory keys alone can tell;But when their delicate touches restHere in my own do I love them best,As I clasp with eager acquisitive spansMy glorious treasure of beautiful hands!Marvelous - wonderful - beautiful hands!They can coax roses to bloom in the strandsOf your brown tresses; and ribbons will twine,Under mysterious touches of thine,Into such knots as entangle the soul,And fetter the heart under such a controlAs only the strength of my love understands -My passionate love for your beautiful hands.As I remember the first fair touchOf those beautiful hands that I love so much,I seem to thrill as I ...
James Whitcomb Riley
Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms.
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly today,Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away,Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will.And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, To which time will but make thee more dear;No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close,As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Thomas Moore
To A Beautiful Old Lady
(To the Sweet Memory of Lucy Hinton)Say not - "She once was fair;" because the yearsHave changed her beauty to a holier thing,No girl hath such a lovely face as hers,That hoards the sweets of many a vanished spring,Stealing from Time what Time in vain would steal,Culling perfections as each came to flower,Bearing on each rare lineament the sealOf being exquisite from hour to hour.These eyes have dwelt with beauty night and morn,Guarding the soul within from every stain,No baseness since the first day she was bornBehind those star-lit brows could access again,Bathed in the light that streamed from all things fair,Turning to spirit each delicate door of sense,And with all lovely shapes of earth and airFeeding her wisdom and her innoce...
Life And I.
Life and I are lovers, straying Arm in arm along:Often like two children Maying, Full of mirth and song.Life plucks all the blooming hours Growing by the way;Binds them on my brow like flowers; Calls me Queen of May.Then again, in rainy weather, We sit vis-a-vis,Planning work we'll do together In the years to be.Sometimes Life denies me blisses, And I frown or pout;But we make it up with kisses Ere the day is out.Woman-like, I sometimes grieve him, Try his trust and faith,Saying I shall one day leave him For his rival Death.Then he always grows more zealous, Tender, and more true;Loves the more for being jealous, As all lovers do.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sonnet. For The 14th Of February.
No popular respect will I omitTo do thee honor on this happy day,When every loyal lover tasks his witHis simple truth in studious rhymes to pay,And to his mistress dear his hopes convey.Rather thou knowest I would still outrunAll calendars with Love's, - whose date alwayThy bright eyes govern better than the Sun, -For with thy favor was my life begun;And still I reckon on from smiles to smiles,And not by summers, for I thrive on noneBut those thy cheerful countenance complies:Oh! if it be to choose and call thee mine,Love, thou art every day my Valentine.
Thomas Hood
A Song
Ive a kiss from a warmer loverThan maiden earth can be:She blew it up to the skies above her,And now it has come to me;From the far-away it has come todayWith a breath of the old salt sea.She lay and laughed on a lazy billow,Far away on the deep,Who had gathered the froth for my ladys pillowGathered a sparkling heap;And the oceans cry was the lullabyThat cradled my love to sleep.Far away on the blue PacificThere doth my lady roam,That is oft-times gay, but as oft terrific:Her jewels are beads of foam:In a coral cave, where a blue-green waveKeeps guard, is my ladys home.She claps her hands, and her henchman hurriesWest of the sunset sheen:Tis he who comes when a mist-wrack scurries,Skirting th...
Barcroft Boake
The Child of the Poet
The sunshine of thy Father's fameSleeps in the shadows of thy eyes,And flashes sometimes when his nameLike a lost star seeks its skies.In the horizons of thy heartHis memory shines for aye,A light that never shall departNor lose a single ray.Thou passest thro' the crowds unknown,So gentle, so sweet, and so shy;Thy heart throbs fast and sometimes may grow low; Then aloneArt the star in thy Father's sky.'Tis fame enough for thee to bear his name --Thou couldst not ask for more;Thou art the jewel of thy Father's fame,He waiteth on the bright and golden shore;He prayeth in the great EternityBeside God's throne for thee.
Abram Joseph Ryan