PoemsMacmillan, 1917 - 69 páginas |
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3rd Thousand 4th Thousand babble-wren baby Babylon bee was droning bells and grass Berries and plums blind And blind Bulls and cows burning burst Castle-bells and Fare-ye-wells Cinnamon cows a thousand cried Crown 8vo Dared a second dear dish of sweet DRAMATIC REVERIES Dreaming things fell flesh that dies flower forest beautiful GHOUL GIPSY GIRL goldfinch singing greenwood grey happy happy days haycock heard Heaven herd hill LAST ROOK leopard lion lips little bull loathly bird Stationed lung and tongue MACMILLAN morning moth night nightingale numbers old gipsy penny for three Pity Play plums to eat POEMS ring shining Singing birds skies snuffed song of fighters Sons of Light soul splendour sprite stared stars Stupidity Street sweet and clear sweet Berries Tameless there's thicket three tries thrust a bough tree Twas UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN wild thing wondering world's gone
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Página 9 - Each syllable Light as a flower fell, 'Eva!' he whispered the Wondering maid, Soft as a bubble sung Out of a linnet's lung, Soft and most silverly 'Eva!
Página 35 - Stationed always in the skies, Waiting for the flesh that dies. Dreaming maybe of a day When her drained and drying paps Turned him to the sweets and saps, Richer fountains by the way, And she left the bull she bore And he looked to her no more; And his little frame grew stout, And his little legs grew strong, And the way was not so long; And his little horns came out, And he played at butting trees And boulder-stones and tortoises, Joined a game of knobby skulls With the youngsters of his year,...
Página 4 - Eva!" again. TIME, YOU OLD GYPSY MAN Time, you old gypsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day? All things I'll give you Will you be my guest, Bells for your jennet Of silver the best, Goldsmiths shall beat you A great golden ring, Peacocks shall bow to you, Little boys sing, Oh, and sweet girls will Festoon you with may. Time, you old gypsy, Why hasten away?
Página 23 - The song of life that wells and flows From every leopard, lark and rose And everything that gleams or goes Lack-lustre in the sea. I heard it all, each, every note Of every lung and tongue and throat, Ay, every rhythm and rhyme Of everything that lives and loves And upward, ever upward moves From lowly to sublime! Earth's multitudinous Sons of Light, I heard them lift their lyric might With each and every chanting sprite That lit the sky that wondrous night As far as eye could climb! I heard it all,...
Página 8 - EVE, with her basket, was Deep in the bells and grass, Wading in bells and grass Up to her knees, Picking a dish of sweet Berries and plums to eat, Down in the bells and grass Under the trees. Mute as a mouse in a Corner the cobra lay, Curled round a bough of the Cinnamon tall. . . . Now to get even and Humble proud Heaven and Now was the moment or Never at all. 'Eva!
Página 34 - Come out who dares ! And all beheld a bull, a Bull, And knew that here was surely one That backed for no bull, fearing none. And the leader of the herd Looked and saw, and beat the ground, And shook the forest with his sound, Bellowed at the loathly bird Stationed always in the skies, Waiting for the flesh that dies.
Página 23 - I stood and stared; the sky was lit, The sky was stars all over it, I stood, I knew not why, Without a wish, without a will, I stood upon that silent hill And stared into the sky...
Página 12 - I climbed a hill as light fell short, And rooks came home in scramble sort, And filled the trees and flapped and fought And sang themselves to sleep; An owl from nowhere with no sound Swung by and soon was nowhere found, I heard him calling half-way round, Holloing loud and deep; A pair of stars, faint pins of light...
Página 32 - In the forest beautiful. Bravely by his fall he came: One he led, a bull of blood Newly come to lustihood Fought and put his prince to shame, Snuffed and pawed the prostrate head Tameless even while it bled. There they left him, every one, Left him there without a lick, Left him for the birds to pick, Left him there for carrion, Vilely from their bosom cast Wisdom, worth and love at last. When the lion left his lair And roared his beauty through the hills, And the vultures pecked their quills And...
Página 37 - Dreaming over once again How he wandered with a throng Of bulls and cows a thousand strong, Wandered on from plain to plain, Up the hill and down the dale, Always at his mother's tail; How he lagged behind the herd, Lagged and tottered, weak of limb, And she turned and ran to him Blaring at the loathly bird Stationed always in the skies, Waiting for the flesh that dies.