Among the Flowers: And Other PoemsMarcus Ward & Company, 1878 - 176 pages |
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Among the Flowers and Other Poems (Classic Reprint) Francis William Bourdillon No preview available - 2015 |
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Amid angel art thou beauty BELFAST beneath birds blooms blossom blue breath bright chestnut tree clouds dare dark dead death deep despair dream earth Ev'n face fade fain faint fair farewell fear feet fingers flowers footsteps forget Forget-me-not gaze gift glad gleam glory glow Half Love hand head hear heart heaven hour idle days kiss land lark leaves lies life's light lilies limbs lips live Love's loveliness lover monk moorland morn night o'er Oubliette pain passed peace petals play pray primrose raptured Réverie rock scent sedge seemed September day shadows sight sing skies sleep smile snow soft song of idle soul sound Spring is coming stand stars stern strayed sunbeam sweet swift tears thee thine eyes thou thought thrush thunder toad toil turn Twas vesper voice waves weep wild wind wings wonder wood-sorrel
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Page 101 - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
Page 113 - TF stars were really watching eyes Of angel armies in the skies, I should forget all watchers there, And only for your glances care. And if your eyes were really stars With leagues that none can mete for bars To keep me from their longed-for day, I could not feel more far away ! FRANCIS W.
Page 152 - For though betwixt dull earth and him Such clouds and mists deceptive swim, That to his eyes life's ways look dim ; Yet when on high he lifts his gaze. He sees the stars' untroubled ways, And the divine of endless days. To us this star or that seems bright, And oft some headlong meteor's flight Holds for a while our raptured sight. But he discerns each noble star ; The least is only the most far, Whose worlds, may be, the mightiest are. He marks not meteors that go by, Fired for one moment as they...
Page 137 - Love I labored all the day, Through morning chill and midday heat, For surely with the evening gray, I thought, Love's guerdon shall be sweet. At eventide, with weary limb, I brought my labors to the spot Where Love had bid me come to him ; Thither I came, but found him not. For he with idle folks had...
Page 18 - Y the bursting of the leaves, By the lengthening of the eves, Spring is coming ; By the flowers that scent the air, By the skies more blue and fair, By the singing everywhere ; Spring is coming. All the woods and fields rejoice : Spring is coming. Only here and there a voice — Here of buds the worm has worn, Here of birds whose nest is torn, There of those whose life is pent Far from pleasant sight and scent — Wails, as if their life's distress Won a new wild bitterness ; Spring is coming.
Page 50 - When rose leaves in long grasses fall To hide their shattered head, All tenderly the grasses tall Bow down to veil the dead. " And there our hearts content to wait Still as the grasses lie, Till those they love, however late, Turn there at last to die.
Page 35 - A WATER-LILY AT EVENING. SLEEP, lily on the lake, Without one troubled dream Thy hushed repose to break, Until the morning beam Shall open thy glad heart again ; To live its life apart from pain. So still is thy repose, So pure thy petals seem, As heaven would here disclose Its peace, and we might deem A soul in each white lily lay, Passionless, from the lands of day. Yet but a flower thou art, For angel ne'er or saint, Though kept on earth apart From every earthly taint, A life so passionless could...
Page 159 - IF I might do one deed of good, One little deed, before I die, Or think one noble thought, that should Hereafter not forgotten lie, I would not murmur, though I must Be lost in Death's unnumbered dust.
Page 119 - Tis the home of my heart. And there on the slant of the lea, Where the trees stand apart, Over grassland and woodland, may be, You will catch the faint gleam of the sea, From the home of my heart. And there in the rapturous Spring, When the morning rays dart O'er the plain, and the morning birds sing, You may see the most beautiful thing In the home of my heart.
Page 145 - WISHED for the wings of a bird, to fly Into the blue heights of the sky. Sudden I sprang from the scented grass ; I saw tall trees like flower-stalks pass. The clouds above me greater grew, That had scarcely before obscured the blue. Then lost I seemed in a great gray mist, No sight to look to, no sound to list.