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yet while sin remains
on this saddened earth
humbly walk my ways | img2poems |
for my garments are as chains
and i fear to praise
my frame with careless mirth | img2poems |
gently sweetly she doth sorrow
what has been must be to-morrow
meekly to her fate she bows | img2poems |
built in so brave a shape
how could he hope escape
the blundering people's wrath | img2poems |
who seeing him strong
supposed it right to cast on him their wrong
since he could bear it all | img2poems |
oh on these mortal faces frail
what immortality
falls from the death-light pale | img2poems |
o herald gone before
for these throw wide the door
make room make room | img2poems |
now while the dumb white air
draws from our still despair
a purer prayer | img2poems |
his heart is alive like the main
when the roweled winds are spurring
and the broad tides shoreward strain | img2poems |
come
far better than all were it
our precepts our prayers and our lays | img2poems |
from orchard church and shop you hear the sea
and from the farm-house windows see it strike
sharp gleams through slender arching apple-boughs | img2poems |
yet he would ponder an hour at a time
upon a bird found dead and much he loved
to brood i' th' shade of yon wind-wavered pines | img2poems |
ah what a desolate brightness that young day
flung o'er the impassive strand and dull green marsh
and green-arched orchard ere it struck the farm | img2poems |
and jerry hailed him carelessly his mood
moving to salutation and the boy
from under his torn hat-brim looking answered | img2poems |
i had an uncle
that was in love
but he he drowned himself | img2poems |
his grave
yet if it should be
how can i think grace cried | img2poems |
yes ruth
't is after her
the deacon's nicest daughter's named she's ruth | img2poems |
they reached the road-bend and the evening shone
upon them calmly
jerry paused o'erwhelmed | img2poems |
none other mark desired he but the stone
set there long since though at a stranger's grave
in heavy memory of him thought dead | img2poems |
introitus
part i
the divine tragedy | img2poems |
pleasant it was when woods were green
and winds were soft and low
to lie amid some sylvan scene | img2poems |
where the long drooping boughs between
shadows dark and sunlight sheen
alternate come and go | img2poems |
and distant voices seemed to say
it cannot be
they pass away | img2poems |
o holy night
from thee i learn to bear
what man has borne before | img2poems |
peace
peace
orestes-like i breathe this prayer | img2poems |
descend with broad-winged flight
the welcome the thrice-prayed for the most fair
the best-beloved night | img2poems |
shall i have naught that is fair
saith he
have naught but the bearded grain | img2poems |
o no
from that blue tent above
a hero's armor gleams | img2poems |
death with frosty hand and cold
plucks the old man by the beard
sorely sorely | img2poems |
he shall so hear the solemn hymn that death
has lifted up for all that he shall go
to his long resting-place without a tear | img2poems |
through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance
and rocking on the cliff was left
the dark pine blasted bare and cleft | img2poems |
ye voices that arose
after the evening's close
and whispered to my restless heart repose | img2poems |
go breathe it in the ear
of all who doubt and fear
and say to them be of good cheer | img2poems |
ye sounds so low and calm
that in the groves of balm
seemed to me like an angel's psalm | img2poems |
go mingle yet once more
with the perpetual roar
of the pine forest dark and hoar | img2poems |
tongues of the dead not lost
but speaking from deaths frost
like fiery tongues at pentecost | img2poems |
glimmer as funeral lamps
amid the chills and damps
of the vast plain where death encamps | img2poems |
my deeds though manifold
no skald in song has told
no saga taught thee | img2poems |
o father
i hear the church-bells ring
o say what may it be | img2poems |
o father
i hear the sound of guns
o say what may it be | img2poems |
o father
i see a gleaming light
o say what may it be | img2poems |
o drooping souls whose destinies
are fraught with fear and pain
ye shall be loved again | img2poems |
many a lesson deep and long
thou hast been a generous giver
i can give thee but a song | img2poems |
how like quivering flames they start
when i fan the living embers
on the hearth-stone of my heart | img2poems |
that my spirit leans to thee
thou hast been a generous giver
take this idle song from me | img2poems |
but still above the noisy crowd
the beggar's cry is shrill and loud
until they say he calleth thee | img2poems |
ye that have eyes yet cannot see
in darkness and in misery
recall those mighty voices three | img2poems |
the battle of our life is brief
the alarm the struggle the relief
then sleep we side by side | img2poems |
thou whose locks outshine the sun
golden tresses wreathed in one
as the braided streamlets run | img2poems |
standing with reluctant feet
where the brook and river meet
womanhood and childhood fleet | img2poems |
gazing with a timid glance
on the brooklet's swift advance
on the river's broad expanse | img2poems |
deep and still that gliding stream
beautiful to thee must seem
as the river of a dream | img2poems |
then why pause with indecision
when bright angels in thy vision
beckon thee to fields elysian | img2poems |
seest thou shadows sailing by
as the dove with startled eye
sees the falcon's shadow fly | img2poems |
hearest thou voices on the shore
that our ears perceive no more
deafened by the cataract's roar | img2poems |
like the swell of some sweet tune
morning rises into noon
may glides onward into june | img2poems |
childhood is the bough where slumbered
birds and blossoms many-numbered
age that bough with snows encumbered | img2poems |
gather then each flower that grows
when the young heart overflows
to embalm that tent of snows | img2poems |
bear a lily in thy hand
gates of brass cannot withstand
one touch of that magic wand | img2poems |
bear through sorrow wrong and ruth
in thy heart the dew of youth
on thy lips the smile of truth | img2poems |
o that dew like balm shall steal
into wounds that cannot heal
even as sleep our eyes doth seal | img2poems |
and that smile like sunshine dart
into many a sunless heart
for a smile of god thou art | img2poems |
a tear stood in his bright blue eye
but still he answered with a sigh
excelsior | img2poems |
this was the peasant's last good-night
a voice replied far up the height
excelsior | img2poems |
he a negro and enslaved
sang of israel's victory
sang of zion bright and free | img2poems |
but alas
what holy angel
brings the slave this glad evangel | img2poems |
lara
you were not at the play tonight don carlos
how happened it | img2poems |
the house was crowded and the busy fans
among the gayly dressed and perfumed ladies
fluttered like butterflies among the flowers | img2poems |
lara
may not a saint fall from her paradise
and be no more a saint | img2poems |
don c
you forget
she is a gypsy girl | img2poems |
lara
and therefore won
the easier | img2poems |
the only virtue that a gypsy prizes
is chastity
that is her only virtue | img2poems |
lara
and does that prove
that preciosa is above suspicion | img2poems |
but why this haste
stay yet a little longer
and fight the battles of your dulcinea | img2poems |
fran
yes my lord
i saw him at the jeweller's to-day | img2poems |
fran
i saw him buy
a golden ring that had a ruby in it | img2poems |
fran
one so like it
i could not choose between them | img2poems |
and hark
what songs of love what soul-like sounds
answer them from below | img2poems |
prec
i am so frightened
't is for thee i tremble | img2poems |
prec
i heed them not
when thou art present i see none but thee | img2poems |
vict
there's nothing fair nor beautiful but takes
something from thee that makes it beautiful | img2poems |
prec
a grave and reverend cardinal and his grace
the archbishop of toledo | img2poems |
vict
what mad jest
is this | img2poems |
now viva la cachucha
it will breathe
the fire of youth into these gray old men | img2poems |
prec
dost thou remember
when first we met | img2poems |
dost thou still doubt
what i most prize in woman
is her affections not her intellect | img2poems |
compare me with the great men of the earth
what am i
why a pygmy among giants | img2poems |
but if thou lovest mark me
i say lovest
the greatest of thy sex excels thee not | img2poems |
prec
yes that i love thee as the good love heaven
but not that i am worthy of that heaven | img2poems |
prec
it is a hateful sound
to scare thee from me | img2poems |
and to remind thee of my love take this
a serpent emblem of eternity
a ruby say a drop of my heart's blood | img2poems |
vict
what convent of barefooted carmelites
taught thee so much theology | img2poems |
prec
hush
hush | img2poems |
bal
and a pitcher of pedro ximenes with a roasted pear in
it | img2poems |
hyp
i must have been asleep
ay sound asleep | img2poems |
vict
come shrive me straight for if love be a sin
i am the greatest sinner that doth live | img2poems |
vict
nay listen for my heart is full so full
that i must speak | img2poems |
hyp
and therefore in madrid when thou shouldst be
in alcala | img2poems |
vict
pray do not jest
this is no time for it | img2poems |
vict
they quarrelled
and so the matter ended | img2poems |
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