Hills of SongCopeland and Day, 1895 - 93 pages |
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adown Allah autumn Bagdad's bazaar BELLS OF FOSSOMBRONE Bishop bliss bloom blue boon bough breast breath breeze brood brow chrism of rest CHRISTMAS AT MARSABA cometh CONSTANTINE cried Crimson cherry Damascus dawn deep dream evanescent even-song eyes face fair flower funeral of Abdallah gardens gleam glow gold golden gondolier gray happy Haroun HASSAN'S TOMB Hauran heart HILLS OF SONG jonquil Karoon land laugh LOVE WITH APRIL-TIDE Love-time lute lyre Mamoun mirth moan morn neath night o'er old desire pale PAUL PERFECT DAY pilgrim prayer radiant redolent rose rhyme rills rod-of-gold rose of Fayûm Saint Sabas scrip shade sherbet shore smile soft soul spring star stir strain strawberries SUNSET sweet swift TAILLEFER THE TROUVÈRE taken song thee Then's THEOCRITUS thou throng Unto VENGEANCE OF KAFUR violet VIOLET BANK Vive la bagatelle voice wall wandered WILD THYME wind wings wraith YE IN LOVE zither
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Page 24 - A BELL HAD I the power To cast a bell that should, from some grand tower, At the first Christmas hour, Out-ring, And fling A jubilant message wide, The forged metals should be thus allied; — • No iron Pride, But soft Humility and rich-veined Hope Cleft from a sunny slope, And there should be White Charity, And silvery Love, that knows not Doubt nor Fear, To make the peal more clear; And then, to firmly fix the fine alloy, There should be...
Page 88 - Neath southern sun and northern star, Say where the fairest regions are ? Friend, underneath whatever skies Love looks in love-returning eyes, There are the bowers of Paradise.
Page 81 - BE YE IN LOVE WITH APRIL-TIDE" BE ye in love with April-tide? I' faith, in love am I! For now 'tis sun, and now 'tis shower, And now 'tis frost and now 'tis flower, And now 'tis Laura laughing-eyed, And now 'tis Laura shy ! Ye doubtful days, O slower glide! Still smile and frown, O sky! Some beauty unforeseen I trace In every change of Laura's face; — Be ye in love with April-tide? I
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Page 88 - HOLLY SONG BY CLINTON SCOLLARD Care is but a broken bubble, Trill the carol, troll the catch ; Sooth, we'll cry, "A truce to trouble!" Mirth and mistletoe shall match. Happy folly! we'll be jolly! Who'd be melancholy now? With a "Hey, the holly! Ho, the holly!" Polly hangs the holly bough. Laughter lurking in the eye, sir, Pleasure foots it frisk and free. He who frowns or looks awry, sir, Faith, a witless wight is he! Merry folly! what a volley Greets the hanging of the bough! With a "Hey, the holly!...
Page 49 - How knowest thou that any Allah is?" Swift from the sand did Merwan lift his face, Flung toward the east an arm of knotted bronze, And said, as upward shot a shaft of gold, "Dost need a torch to show to thee the dawn ?" Then prayed again. When on the desert's rim In sudden awful splendor stood the sun, Through all that caravan there was no knee But bowed to Allah.
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Page 49 - Swift from the sand did Merwan lift his face, Flung toward the east an arm of knotted bronze, And said, as upward shot a shaft of gold, "Dost need a torch to show to thee the dawn?" Then prayed again. When on the desert's rim In sudden awful splendor stood the sun, Through all that caravan there was no knee But bowed to Allah. CLINTON...