Bitter-sweet: A PoemC. Scribner, 1859 - 220 strani |
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angels arms beautiful blasphemy bless Blue Beard bosom breast breath brine brow CHARLES SCRIBNER chastened Christ cider crown DAVID dear death door dream durance e'en ears earth EDWARD evermore evil live eyes face faith faithless Father Fatima fear feet fell flame forgive friends girl give God's golden hour GRACE hand happy HARVARD COLLEGE head heart Heaven husband Hush ISRAEL Jesus kiss knew light lips LOCALITY-The look Lord MARY never night Old tunes pain pale PATIENCE pity poplar prayed prayer precious PRUDENCE quick REBEKAH roar RUTH Save secret shame sighs sleep sleet smile song sorrow Sotto voce soul speak stairs stood storm story strange sweet sweet spring talk tears tell temptation thee thing thou thought throb throne toil toss truth truth's credentials Twas twixt utterance vision wait weak wedded wife wild woman wonder words
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Stran 72 - Hearts, like apples, are hard and sour, Till crushed by Pain's resistless power ; And yield their juices rich and bland To none but Sorrow's heavy hand. The purest streams of human love Flow naturally never, But gush by pressure from above, With God's hand on the lever.
Stran 28 - ... think when her quick embrace Presses his hand and buries his face Deep where the heart-throbs sink and swell With a tenderness she can never tell, Though she murmur the words Of all the birds,— Words she has learned to murmur well? Now he thinks he'll go to sleep! I can see the shadow creep Over his eyes, in soft eclipse, Over his brow, and over his lips, Out to his little finger-tips! Softly sinking, down he goes! Down he goes!
Stran 28 - ... and backward through the air? What does he think of his mother's breast, Bare and beautiful, smooth and white, Seeking it ever with fresh delight, — Cup of his life, and couch of his rest? What does he think when her quick embrace Presses his hand and buries his face Deep where the heart-throbs sink and swell With a tenderness she can never tell, Though she murmur the words Of all the birds,— Words she has learned to murmur well?
Stran 27 - Out from the shore of the unknown sea, Tossing in pitiful agony ; Of the unknown sea that reels and rolls, Specked with the barks of little souls : Barks that were launched on the other side, And slipped from Heaven on an ebbing tide...
Stran 70 - Sixteen barrels of cider Ripening all in a row ! Open the vent-channels wider ! See the froth, drifted like snow, Blown by the tempest below ! Those delectable juices Flowed through the sinuous sluices Of sweet springs under the orchard ; Climbed into fountains that chained them ; Dripped into cups that retained them, And swelled till they dropped, and we gained them. .Then they were gathered and tortured By passage from hopper to vat, And fell — every apple crushed flat.
Stran 165 - The room was gloomy and damp and wide, And the floor was red with the bloody tide From headless women, laid side by side, The wives of her lord and master ! Frightened and fainting she dropped the key, But seized it and lifted it quickly ; then she Hurried as swiftly as she could flee From the scene of the disaster.
Stran 20 - THE day is quenched, and the sun is fled; God has forgotten the world ! The moon is gone, and the stars are dead; God has forgotten the 'world ! Evil has won in the horrid feud Of ages with The Throne ; Evil stands on the neck of Good, And rules the world alone.
Stran 21 - ... fountain of joy is fed by tears, And love is lit by the breath of sighs; The deepest griefs and the wildest fears Have holiest ministries. Strong grows the oak in the sweeping storm ; Safely the flower sleeps under the snow ; And the farmer's hearth is never warm Till the cold wind starts to blow.
Stran 36 - That care has iron crowns for many brows ; That Calvaries are everywhere, whereon Virtue is crucified, and nails and spears Draw guiltless blood ; that sorrow sits and drinks At sweetest hearts, till all their life is dry ; That gentle spirits on the rack of pain Grow faint or fierce, and pray and curse by turns ; That Hell's temptations, clad in Heavenly guise And armed with might, lie evermore in wait Along life's path, giving assault to all — Fatal to most ; that Death stalks through the earth,...
Stran 26 - What is the little one thinking about ? Very wonderful things, no doubt. Unwritten history ! Unfathomed mystery ! Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks, And chuckles and crows, and nods and winks, As if his head were as full of kinks And curious riddles as any sphinx...