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Lines: 'We Meet Not As We Parted'.
1.We meet not as we parted,We feel more than all may see;My bosom is heavy-hearted,And thine full of doubt for me: -One moment has bound the free.2.That moment is gone for ever,Like lightning that flashed and died -Like a snowflake upon the river -Like a sunbeam upon the tide,Which the dark shadows hide.3.That moment from time was singledAs the first of a life of pain;The cup of its joy was mingled- Delusion too sweet though vain!Too sweet to be mine again.4.Sweet lips, could my heart have hiddenThat its life was crushed by you,Ye would not have then forbiddenThe death which a heart so trueSought in your briny dew.5..........Methinks too little cost<...
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Love, The Interpreter.
Thou art the music that I hear in sleep,The poetry that lures me on in dreams;The magic, thou, that holds my thought with themesOf young romance in revery's mystic keep.The lily's aura, and the damask deepThat clothes the rose; the whispering soul that seemsTo haunt the wind; the rainbow light that streams,Like some wild spirit, 'thwart the cataract's leapAre glimmerings of thee and thy loveliness,Pervading all my world; interpretingThe marvel and the wonder these disclose:For, lacking thee, to me were meaninglessLife, love and hope, the joy of every thing,And all the beauty that the wide world knows.
Madison Julius Cawein
Unforgotten
Do you ever think of me? you who died Ere our Youth's first fervour chilled,With your soft eyes and your pulses stilled Lying alone, aside,Do you ever think of me, left in the light,From the endless calm of your dawnless night?I am faithful always: I do not say That the lips which thrilled to your lips of oldTo lesser kisses are always cold; Had you wished for this in its narrow sense Our love perhaps had been less intense;But as we held faithfulness, you and I, I am faithful always, as you who lie, Asleep for ever, beneath the grass, While the days and nights and the seasons pass, - Pass away.I keep your memory near my heart, My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star,Till long live over, I too d...
Adela Florence Cory Nicolson
Weep With Those Who Weep.
(Mary Maud.)O friends, I cannot comfort, but will share with you your grieving, In the valley of the shadow where you sit in helpless tears;Greater is the parting anguish, than the joy of first receiving The sweet gift that was your treasure through five happy, golden yearsWhen I laid within your arms the dear babe that God had given, There was hidden in the future all the tears that you must weep,Ah! the little ones so tangled in our heart-strings, they are riven In the parting, are but treasures lent not given us to keepThere's silence in the places her voice filled with happy laughter, Stillness waiting for the echo of the patter of her feet,You are gazing on her picture, and your heart is longing after The tender touch of ...
Nora Pembroke
To Earthward
Love at the lips was touchAs sweet as I could bear;And once that seemed too much;I lived on airThat crossed me from sweet things,The flow of was it muskFrom hidden grapevine springsDownhill at dusk?I had the swirl and acheFrom sprays of honeysuckleThat when they're gathered shakeDew on the knuckle.I craved strong sweets, but thoseSeemed strong when I was young;The petal of the roseIt was that stung.Now no joy but lacks salt,That is not dashed with painAnd weariness and fault;I crave the stainOf tears, the aftermarkOf almost too much love,The sweet of bitter barkAnd burning clove.When stiff and sore and scarredI take away my handFrom leaning on it har...
Robert Lee Frost
Love's Humility.
My worthiness is all my doubt,His merit all my fear,Contrasting which, my qualitiesDo lowlier appear;Lest I should insufficient proveFor his beloved need,The chiefest apprehensionWithin my loving creed.So I, the undivine abodeOf his elect content,Conform my soul as 't were a churchUnto her sacrament.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
God Loves Us.
"How beautiful it is, mamma, That God should love us all;That He should listen to their prayer, When little children call!"What shall I do for him, mamma? For He's so kind to me,--How shall I show my love to Him Who made bird, flower and tree?""The only thing which you can do Is this, my darling child,Be always gentle, full of love, In words and actions mild."Thus you will show your love to God Who is so kind to you;And you will live with Him at last In His bright heaven, too."
H. P. Nichols
Eleanore
I.Thy dark eyes opend not,Nor first reveald themselves to English air,For there is nothing hereWhich, from the outward to the inward brought,Moulded thy baby thought.Far off from human neighborhoodThou wert born, on a summer morn,A mile beneath the cedar-wood.Thy bounteous forehead was not fanndWith breezes from our oaken glades,But thou wert nursed in some delicious landOf lavish lights, and floating shades;And flattering thy childish thoughtThe oriental fairy brought,At the moment of thy birth,From old well-heads of haunted rills,And the hearts of purple hills,And shadowd coves on a sunny shore,The choicest wealth of all the earth,Jewel or shell, or starry ore,To deck thy cradle, Eleanore.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Madeline
I.Thou art not steepd in golden languors,No tranced summer calm is thine,Ever varying Madeline.Thro light and shadow thou dost range,Sudden glances, sweet and strange,Delicious spites and darling angers,And airy forms of flitting change.II.Smiling, frowning, evermore,Thou art perfect in love-lore.Revealings deep and clear are thineOf wealthy smiles; but who may knowWhether smile or frown be fleeter?Whether smile or frown be sweeter,Who may know?Frowns perfect-sweet along the browLight-glooming over eyes divine,Like little clouds sun-fringed, are thine,Ever varying Madeline.Thy smile and frown are not aloofFrom one another,Each to each is dearest brother;Hues of the silken...
The Land We Love
Land of the gentle and brave!Our love is as wide as thy woe;It deepens beside every graveWhere the heart of a hero lies low.Land of the sunniest skies!Our love glows the more for thy gloom;Our hearts, by the saddest of ties,Cling closest to thee in thy doom.Land where the desolate weepIn a sorrow no voice may console!Our tears are but streams, making deepThe ocean of love in our soul.Land where the victor's flag waves,Where only the dead are free!Each link of the chain that enslavesBut binds us to them and to thee.Land where the Sign of the CrossIts shadow hath everywhere shed!We measure our love by thy loss,Thy loss by the graves of our dead!
Abram Joseph Ryan
Sea-Shore Musings.
How oft I've longed to gaze on thee, Thou proud and mighty deep!Thy vast horizon, boundless, free, Thy coast so rude and steep;And now entranced I breathless stand, Where earth and ocean meet,Whilst billows wash the golden sand, And break around my feet.Lovely thou art when dawn's red light Sheds o'er thee its soft hue,Showing fair ships, a gallant sight, Upon thy waters blue;And when the moonbeams softly pour Their light on wave or glen,And diamond spray leaps on the shore, How lovely art thou then!Still, as I look, faint shadows steal O'er thy calm heaving breast,And there are times, I sadly feel, Thou art not thus at rest;And I bethink me of past tales, Of ships that ...
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A Dream.
I stood far off above the haunts of men Somewhere, I know not, when the sky was dim From some worn glory, and the morning hymnOf the gay oriole echoed from the glen. Wandering, I felt earth's peace, nor knew I sought A visioned face, a voice the wind had caught.I passed the waking things that stirred and gazed, Thought-bound, and heeded not; the waking flowers Drank in the morning mist, dawn's tender showers,And looked forth for the Day-god who had blazed His heart away and died at sundown. Far In the gray west faded a loitering star.It seemed that I had wandered through long years, A life of years, still seeking gropingly A thing I dared not name; now I could seeIn the still dawn a hope, in the soft tears
Sophie M. (Almon) Hensley
To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin.
1.Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;Yes, I was firm - thus wert not thou; -My baffled looks did fear yet dreadTo meet thy looks - I could not knowHow anxiously they sought to shineWith soothing pity upon mine.2.To sit and curb the soul's mute rageWhich preys upon itself alone;To curse the life which is the cageOf fettered grief that dares not groan,Hiding from many a careless eyeThe scorned load of agony.3.Whilst thou alone, then not regarded,The ... thou alone should be,To spend years thus, and be rewarded,As thou, sweet love, requited meWhen none were near - Oh! I did wakeFrom torture for that moment's sake.4.Upon my heart thy accents sweetOf peace and pity fell like dewOn f...
Sonnet CXXI.
Le stelle e 'l cielo e gli elementi a prova.LAURA'S UNPARALLELED BEAUTY AND VIRTUE. The stars, the elements, and Heaven have madeWith blended powers a work beyond compare;All their consenting influence, all their care,To frame one perfect creature lent their aid.Whence Nature views her loveliness display'dWith sun-like radiance sublimely fair:Nor mortal eye can the pure splendour bear:Love, sweetness, in unmeasured grace array'd.The very air illumed by her sweet beamsBreathes purest excellence; and such delightThat all expression far beneath it gleams.No base desire lives in that heavenly light,Honour alone and virtue!--fancy's dreamsNever saw passion rise refined by rays so bright.CAPEL LOFFT.
Francesco Petrarca
Roses And Butterflies.
("Roses et Papillons.")[XXVII., Dec. 7, 1834.]The grave receives us all:Ye butterflies and roses gay and sweetWhy do ye linger, say?Will ye not dwell together as is meet?Somewhere high in the airWould thy wing seek a home 'mid sunny skies,In mead or mossy dell -If there thy odors longest, sweetest rise.Have where ye will your dwelling,Or breath or tint whose praise we sing;Butterfly shining bright,Full-blown or bursting rosebud, flow'r or wing.Dwell together ye fair,'Tis a boon to the loveliest given;Perchance ye then may choose your homeOn the earth or in heaven.W.C. WESTBROOK
Victor-Marie Hugo
Severed and Gone
!Severed and gone, so many years!And art thou still so dear to me,That throbbing heart and burning tearsCan witness how I cling to thee?I know that in the narrow tombThe form I loved was buried deep,And left, in silence and in gloom,To slumber out its dreamless sleep.I know the corner where it lies,Is but a dreary place of rest:The charnel moisture never driesFrom the dark flagstones o'er its breast,For there the sunbeams never shine,Nor ever breathes the freshening air,But not for this do I repine;For my beloved is not there.O, no! I do not think of theeAs festering there in slow decay:'Tis this sole thought oppresses me,That thou art gone so far away.For ever gone; for I, by night,Ha...
Anne Bronte
Harry (Engaged To Be Married) To Charley (Who Is Not).
To all my fond rhapsodies, Charley, You have wearily listened, I fear;As yet not an answer you've given Save a shrug, or an ill-concealed sneer;Pray, why, when I talk of my marriage, Do you watch me with sorrowing eye?'Tis you, hapless bachelor, Charley, That are to be pitied - not I!You mockingly ask me to tell you, Since to bondage I soon must be sold,Have I wisely chosen my fetters, Which, at least, should be forged of pure gold.Hem! the sole wealth my love possesses Are her tresses of bright golden hair,Pearly teeth, lips of rosiest coral, Eyes I know not with what to compare.Don't talk about all I surrender - My club, champagne dinners, cigars,My hand at écarté, my harmless
Translations. - A Song Of The Holy Christian Church, From The Twelfth Chapter Of The Apocalypse. (Luther's Song-Book.)
Her, the worthy maid, my heart doth hold,And I shall not forget her.Praise, honour, virtue of her are told;Than all I love her better. I seek her good, And if I should Right evil fare, I do not care:With that she'll make me merry!With love and truth that never tireGlad she will make me very,And do all my desire.She wears a crown of pure gold, whereTwelve stars their rays are twining;Her raiment like the sun is fair,And bright from far is shining. Her feet the moon Are set upon; She is the bride By Jesus' side!She hath sorrow, must be motherTo her fair child, the noble Son,Of all men lord and brother,Her king, her crowned one.That makes the old dragon ramp and ro...
George MacDonald