FOLLOW A WORD THROUGH THE COLLECTION
Search the corpus.
Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.
33 matching pages
Page 1 of 21913 · PDF PAGE 173
Victor B. Neuburg . EPILOGUE (To the Triumph of Pan .) DECAUSE the fulfilment of dreams is itself but a dream , There is no end save the song, and song is the end ; And here with a sheaf of songs bareheaded I stand, And the light is fled from mine eyes, and the sword from my hand Is fallen ; the years have left me a fool, and the gleam Is vanished from life, and the swift years sear me and rend . There is no end save the song , and the joy in the singing , And song alone may relieve the shadowy pain . I am weary even of song , and the lyre is c…
1913 · PDF PAGE 214
…h galleon take the bay So come my dreams upon my soul a- ride , As waves are ridden by the tossing spray . O sea , O mountains , make my song to be Mist of the mountains , foam of the sea . The sea grows leaden as the sun goes down , The mountains shudder forth their breath in mist , But the highest hill - crest wears a golden crown , So crowned are men who to their dreams may list . O sea , O mountains , make my song to be Mist of the mountains , foam of the sea . O western hills , the cradle of my race , Ye mountains cold , their marriage - b…
1913 · PDF PAGE 26
E . N . da C. Andrade . THE SWORD SONG . o H fair and straight and like a naked sword A splendour at morning , a light of victories , Bright, beautiful , and glorious award To men of the creative deities Who forge up flesh with song, and singing fashion The fair long lines , and make it sharp with passion And send it down among us for a sword . - A blade of steel with hilts of subtle gold , A sword between two lilies , a sword unsheathed Swung among snowflakes, sweet , hard , tender , cold . Oh fair and straight, in a furnace of delight With na…
1913 · PDF PAGE 118
…ng ; I knew that I must travel where He trod ; And that , although the path be hard and long , His eyes would pierce me yet , alive with song . It has been so: and never did I doubt His word that lakeside morning by the fire ; First battle ; then the song of them that shout ! Go quickly , lad ; they come to lead me out . 99
1913 · PDF PAGE 50
…an taint our love or wither , let it die . The fre' est hearted lark that soars and sings Soon after dawn amid a dew - brushed sky Takes song from love and knows well where love lies , Hid in the grass ," the dear domestic nest , The secret , splendid , common paradise . The strangest joys are not the loveliest : Passion far - sought is dead when it is found , But love that 's born of intimate common things Cries with a voice of splendour , with a sound That over stranger feeling shakes and rings . The better love , the higher ecstasy Lie in th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 169
…did ! A string of wind -begotten rime, And all their pain was ended ! O lonely sea ! O lonely earth ! O dying art of glorious mirth ! My song, my song is little worth To bring their bastard seed to birth ! What need of me in thunder - flash ? What need in battle story ? What need among the whitened ash Of old far - winnowed glory ? They call me not to birth - bed throes ; Invoke me not with gold and rose ; The summer wanes , the summer grows , They call me not from fire or snows . I linger by the cottage - door When twilight sings of sorrow ; I…
1913 · PDF PAGE 216
… My soul starts out alone without a dread And longs to drink oblivion to the lees . But if from out my sombre life I flung Some spark of song that sprang afire and sung Such strains as woke your song to answer mine , Memory be brazier for the sacred fire , And unforgetting praise your priests ' attire . I would be mortal and my words divine. 197
1913 · PDF PAGE 114
…And carols blithe and free ; For to create Is ecstasy . Pain has but little worth For those who travail long To bring to birth A son , a song .
1913 · PDF PAGE 213
…yes are set . * THE IRISH POET . M Y eyes are blue with gazing on thy deeps , IV My hair is rippled by thy wind , O sea , My lullaby thy song that never sleeps , As thou art limitless , so am I free . O sea , O mountains , make my song to be Mist of the mountains , foam of the sea . 194
1913 · PDF PAGE 64
Frances Cornford . A HANS ANDERSEN SONG . " COME away , you fools, you fools, From your scented wine and meat , Now the elves with splashing feet Dance among the reedy pools .” Thus across the terraced lawn, Sang a streak of sunset sky , And a lord and lady high Listened , till the blinds were drawn . “ Only children dream of elves,” Tinkled then the chandelier : “ With maturer wisdom here Sit and over eat yourselves.”
1913 · PDF PAGE 223
OLWEN WARD. SONG . I OVE with light step passes , And returns not ever As wind among the grasses, As wind upon a river . The grasses lean and listen Where the wind has beckoned , Stoop and sway and glisten For a fleeting second . Only one, in token Of that light-foot lover, Only one is broken And the rest recover. So Love comes and passes , As the wind comes , shaking Lightly many grasses, And one only breaking . 204
1913 · PDF PAGE 54
Richard Buxton . SONG . S some hot traveller Going through stones and sands , Who sees clear water stir Amid the weary lands , Takes in his hollowed hands The clean and lively water That trickles down his throat Like laughter , like laughter , So, when you come to me Across these parched places And all the waste I see Flowered with your graces , I take between my hands Your face like a rare cup Where kisses mix with laughter And drink and drink them up Like laughter , like laughter .
1913 · PDF PAGE 197
… . They ' ve made a road from me to you , And lit their lamp - posts all along ; And there is nothing left to do But sing my ineffectual song . 178
1913 · PDF PAGE 199
…me- ah, surely you are there : So near you are , so near - and still I seek you everywhere, Nor find you anywhere. III. Pipe me a silver song, A fleeting strain , Like shining wind along A leafy plain Swift sunlight caught among Shadows and rain. Calling loud and calling still, Over mossy bank and rill , Piping soft and piping shrill . 180
1913 · PDF PAGE 177
…esire through him ran Misty white was she . There he wooed her , wooed her long , Till , within her eyes , Where were erst moonshine and song , Dawned in slow surprise 158
1913 · PDF PAGE 92
JAMES ELROY FLECKER TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE . I WHO am dead a thousand years , 1 And wrote this sweet archaic song , Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along . I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure the cruel sky, Or build consummate palaces Of metal or of masonry . But have you wine and music still And statues and a bright - eyed love, And foolish thoughts of good and ill, And prayers to them who sit above ? How shall we conquer ? Like a wind That falls at eve , our fancies blow , And old Maeonides th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 166
VICTOR B . NEUBURG . UNDER MAGDALEN BRIDGE . THE lapping, lapping, lapping of the stream 1 Makes songs around my lazy-light canoe ; The soft brown haze of dusk shines softly through The dripping trees, and the damp meadows seem A plateau as of lost desire , a dream That melts from gold to gray : a soft breeze blew Across the brow of waking night, and dew Re-bathes the earth that grows a fading gleam . The sleepy river ripples , ripples ever Betwixt the old brown wall and meadows trim ; The tideless song of Never , Never , Never Lulls the wet wo…
1913 · PDF PAGE 21
John Alford . But the bloom of the vale is vanished And wan is the winter 's brow , 0 let not songs be banished From your lips now , For we have need of your voices , Need of the fire of your lays, When none but the prophet rejoices Who counts not the days. Arise ye bards, that ye quicken The pulse of our soul, that the strong In your music be stronger , the stricken Take heart in your song ! HOAR FROST. AIRIES in the night have been , T With the moon alone to see , And about the ivy's green Wrought a silver filigree ; Bound the jasmin to the w…
1913 · PDF PAGE 74
…emption from the threads of pain I weave , until the veil be drawn . I burn the chaff ,I glean the grain ; In silence I await the dawn . SONG . TO sea ! To sea ! The ship is trim ; The breezes bend the sails . They chant the necromantic hymn , Arouse Arabian tales . To sea ! Before us leap the waves ; The wild white combers follow . Invoke , ye melancholy slaves , The morning of Apollo ! There 's phosphorescence in the wake , And starlight o' er the prow . One comet , like an angry snake , Lifts up its hooded brow . The black grows grey towards…
1913 · PDF PAGE 65
… a poet 's heart , even if thy pen Be dry and barren , who dost hold love dear , Speed forth this message on the fiery wings Of stinging song to all the race of men ; That they have hope ; for we are happy here ."