The Willey House & SonnetsJ. Wilson & son, 1875 - 42 pages |
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AGASSIZ amid Arno art Thou bee will dine BIRD of dawning bring brook BUST OF DANTE Cæsar CHRISTMAS CAROL clay clouds clover cottage dear DIRGE divine doth dream dwell earth EPITAPH evermore eyes fall Farmer Willey fertis foam FRIEND Gentle GIFT glad glen good-by grow hail happy harvest heart heaven hope's Jove kingly lamb hath lain life's LONDON TO MILTON look lordly MICHEL ANGELO mickle MILTON HILL mood Moses mound with sunshine mountain mourners ne'er never nibbling night long o'er Old Willey pain peace pinions prayed rain may rain Remember repent repose Rome ROYALL PROFESSOR season shrine Sic vos non sing smile solemn SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit STEUART'S BURIAL stones and sand streaming stupor sun may shine swallowed sweet ladies tears thee thine Tuscan vobis vos non vobis wandering watch WILLEY HOUSE woes word YOUNG GIRL DYING yourselves
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Page 17 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 15 - Dirge For One Who Fell in Battle D OOM for a soldier! lay him in the clover; He loved the fields, and they shall be his cover; Make his mound with hers who called him once her lover: Where the rain may rain upon it, Where the sun may shine upon it, Where the lamb hath lain upon it, And the bee will dine upon it. Bear him to no dismal tomb under city churches; Take him to the fragrant fields, by the silver birches, Where the whip-poor-will shall mourn, where the oriole perches: Make his mound with...
Page 40 - ON A BUST OF DANTE. SEE, from this counterfeit of him Whom Arno shall remember long, How stern of lineament, how grim The father was of Tuscan song. There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn abide ; Small friendship for the lordly throng; Distrust of all the world beside. Faithful if this wan...
Page 41 - The cheeks with fast and sorrow thin, The rigid front, almost morose, But for the patient hope within, Declare a life whose course hath been Unsullied still, though still severe, Which, through the wavering days of sin, Kept itself icy-chaste and clear. Not wholly such his haggard look When wandering once, forlorn, he strayed, With no companion save his book, To Corvo's hushed monastic shade ; Where, as the Benedictine laid His palm upon the convent's guest, The single boon for which he prayed Was...
Page 16 - Colonel," — whatever invocation Suit our hymn the best, no matter for thy station, — On thy grave the rain shall fall from the eyes of a mighty nation! Long as the sun doth shine upon it Shall...
Page 7 - Come, children, put your baskets down, And let the blushing berries be; Sit here and wreathe a laurel crown, And if I win it, give 'it me. 'Tis afternoon — it is July — The mountain shadows grow and grow; Your time of rest and mine is nigh — The moon was rising long ago. While yet on old Chocorua's top The lingering sunlight says farewell, Your purple fingered labor stop, And hear a tale I have to tell.
Page 16 - DIRGE FOR ONE WHO FELL IN BATTLE ROOM for a Soldierl lay him in the clover; He loved the fields, and they shall be his cover; Make his mound with hers who called him once her lover : Where the rain may rain upon it, Where the sun may shine upon it, Where the lamb hath lain upon it, And the bee will dine upon it.
Page 14 - Hos ego versiculos feci, tulit alter honores : Sic vos non vobis nidificatis aves ; Sic vos non vobis vellera fertis oves ; Sic vos non vobis mellificatis apes ; Sic vos non vobis fertis aratra boves.
Page 40 - SEE, from this counterfeit of him Whom Arno shall remember long, How stern of lineament, how grim, The father was of Tuscan song: There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn, abide; Small friendship for the lordly throng; Distrust of all the world beside. Faithful if this wan image be, No dream his life was — but a fight! Could any Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite? To that cold Ghibelline's gloomy sight Who could have guessed the visions came Of Beauty, veiled with heavenly...
Page 11 - And with it went the lordly ash, And with it went the kingly pine, Cedar and oak, amid the crash, Dropped down like clippings of the vine. " Two rivers rushed, — the one that broke His wonted bounds and drowned the land, And one that streamed with dust and smoke, — A flood of earth, and stones, and sand. " Then for a time the vale was dry, The soil had swallowed up the wave ; Till one star looking from the sky, A signal to the tempest gave. " The clouds withdrew, the storm was o'er, Bright Aldebaran...