Songs from the Golden GateHoughton, Mifflin, 1885 - 159 strani |
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beat beautiful bees bird bitter bloom blossom blue boughs breast BREATH of balm BRIGHT THE SUNSET brood BUD AND BLOW butterflies CLOTH OF GOLD cloud cool daisy dark dawn day to put dead dear dream dreary EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN eyes fair FALLING LEAVES feet flowers fluttering Forget glad glad song grass shall cover green grow hand happy heart heart of air HELEN HUNT JACKSON hills INA COOLBRITH land leaf light LILIES BUD lips LOOKED THE EARTH merry morn mourning doves Nevermore night nursling peace rain Rain-in-the-Face rest ring-doves ripple rose sang shining shining bands sigh silence sing skies smile snow soft softly song sorrow soul stars summer long summer wind SUNSET GLORY LIES swallow sweeter swift tears tender thee thou to-day To-morrow trees unto voice wait weary Well-a-day Whereon WHITE CITY wild wings wonderful town
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Stran 145 - Sweet, sweet, sweet! Who prates of care and pain? Who says that life is sorrowful? O life so glad, so fleet! Ah ! he who lives the noblest life finds life the noblest gain, The tears of pain a tender rain to make its waters sweet.
Stran 121 - O'er vineyard slopes, thro' fruited dells, The long processions pass; The pale Franciscan lifts in air The Cross above the kneeling throng; Their simple world how sweet with prayer, With chant and matin-song! There, with her dimpled, lifted hands, Parting the mustard's golden plumes, The dusky maid, Ramona, stands Amid the sea of blooms. And Alessandro, type of all . . His broken tribe, for evermore An exile, hears the stranger call Within his father's door. The visions vanish and are not, Still...
Stran 20 - INSECT or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing, Poised upon slender tip, and quivering To flight! a flower of the fields of air; A jeweled moth; a butterfly, with rare And tender tints upon his downy wing A moment resting in our happy sight; A flower held captive by a thread so slight Its petal-wings of broidered gossamer Are, light as the wind, with every wind astir — Wafting sweet odor, faint and exquisite. O dainty nursling of the field and sky, What fairer thing looks up to heaven's blue And drinks...
Stran 140 - Thy satin vesture richer is than looms Of Orient weave for raiment of her kings! Not dyes of olden Tyre, not precious things Regathered from the long-forgotten tombs Of buried empires, not the iris plumes That wave upon the tropics' myriad wings, Not all proud Sheba's queenly offerings, Could match the golden marvel of thy blooms.
Stran 11 - When the grass grows over me. When the grass shall cover me, Holden close to Earth's warm bosom ; While I laugh, or weep, or sing Nevermore for anything ; You will find in blade and blossom, Sweet, small voices, odorous, Tender pleaders in my cause, That shall speak me as I was — When the grass grows over me.
Stran 11 - When the grass grows over me. When the grass shall cover me, Holden close to earth's warm bosom, — While I laugh, or weep, or sing, Nevermore for anything, You will find in blade and blossom, Sweet, small voices odorous, Tender pleaders in my cause, That shall speak me as I was — When the grass grows over me. When the grass shall cover me ! Ah, beloved...
Stran 147 - Mystery. ^A Memory THROUGH rifts of cloud the moon's soft silver slips: A little rain has fallen with the night, Which from the emerald under-sky still drips When the magnolias open broad and white. So near my windows I might reach my hand And touch these milky stars that, to and fro, Wave odorous. . . . Yet 'twas in another land — How long ago, my Love, how long ago!
Stran 2 - Slope greenly downward to the seas ; One hour of rest upon their breast Were worth a year of days like these.