Kéramos: And Other Poems,Houghton, Osgood, 1878 - 156 pages |
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AIGALADES Allah Amaryllis angelic Batyushka beautiful behold Beneath billows birds blue Boreas breast breath BROOKLET castle Chief with yellow cloud crown darkness Dean of Jaen death delight divine dream ECLOGUE eyes fair feet fire flowers FRENCH FLEET furnace Getic Gold Edition Gosudar hand HAROUN AL RASCHID HARVEST MOON hath heart heaven HERONS HOLIDAYS Inarimé Inchkenneth Ister KÉRAMOS King of Spain Kurroglou Kyrat land landscape LEAP leaves light living MELIBUS mountain nest night o'er OVID painted POETS Portrait PRINCESSES AT WILNA REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE river RIVER RHONE roofs ROUSHAN BEG sail Sarmatian shadow shine ships shore Sing smoke snow song sound Spain stars stay at home steed stream sunshine sweet TARRYTOWN thee thine thou THREE KINGS THREE SILENCES TITYRUS To-morrow tower town TRISANKU Turn unto uplift VITTORIA COLONNA walls wander WAPENTAKE wheel White Czar wind wings WOODSTOCK PARK yellow hair YVETTE
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Page 77 - As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest...
Page 70 - STAY, stay at home, my heart, and rest ; Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care ; To stay at home is best.
Page 46 - IN that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires the Sioux Chiefs Muttered their woes and griefs And the menace of their wrath. "Revenge !" cried Rain-in-the-Face, "Revenge upon all the race Of the White Chief with yellow hair ! " And the mountains dark and high From their crags re-echoed the cry Of his anger and despair.
Page 32 - A DUTCH PICTURE. SIMON DANZ has come home again, From cruising about with his buccaneers ; He has singed the beard of the King of Spain, And carried away the Dean of Jaen And sold him in Algiers. In his house by the Maese, with its roof of tiles, And weathercocks flying aloft in air, There are silver tankards of antique styles, Plunder of convent and castle, and piles Of carpets rich and rare. In his tulip-garden there by the town, Overlooking the sluggish stream, With his Moorish cap and dressing-gown,...
Page 3 - Turn, turn, my wheel ! Turn round and round Without a pause, without a sound : So spins the flying world away ! This clay, well mixed with marl and sand, Follows the motion of my hand ; For some must follow and some command. Though all are made of clay...
Page 61 - Roushan's tasselled cap of red Trembled not upon his head, Careless sat he and upright ; Neither hand nor bridle shook, Nor his head he turned to look, As he galloped out of sight. Flash of harness in the air, Seen a moment like the glare Of a sword drawn from its sheath ; Thus the phantom horseman passed, And the shadow that he cast Leaped the cataract underneath. Reyhan the Arab held his breath While this vision of life and death Passed above him. " Allahu !
Page 5 - Turn, turn, my wheel ! All things must change To something new, to something strange ; Nothing that is can pause or stay ; The moon will wax, the moon will wane, The mist and cloud will turn to rain, The rain to mist and cloud again, To-morrow be to-day.
Page 66 - Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows, Three caskets of gold with golden keys; Their robes were of crimson silk with rows Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows, Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees. And so the Three Kings rode into the West, Through the dusk of night, over...
Page 69 - The frankincense, with its odour sweet, Was for the Priest, the Paraclete, The myrrh for the body's burying. And the mother wondered and bowed her head, And sat as still as a statue of stone ; Her heart was troubled yet comforted, Remembering what the Angel had said Of an endless reign and of David's throne. Then the Kings rode out of the city gate, With a clatter of hoofs in proud array ; But they went not back to Herod the Great, For they knew his malice and feared his hate, And returned to their...
Page 54 - Lord! we would not advise; But if in thy Providence A tempest should arise To drive the French fleet hence, And scatter it far and wide, Or sink it in the sea, We should be satisfied, And thine the glory be.