Bitter-sweet: A PoemScribner, 1867 - 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 evil live eyes face faith faithless Fatima fear feet fell flame forgive friends gathered girl give God's golden hour GRACE hand happy head heart Heaven husband Hush ISRAEL Jesus kiss kneeling knew light lips live look Lord MARY never night Old tunes pain pale path pity poor poplar prayed prayer precious PRUDENCE quick REBEKAH roar RUTH Save secret shame sighed sleep sleet smile song sophistries Sotto voce soul speak stairs stood storm story strange sweet sweet spring sweetest talk tears tell temptation thee thing thou thought throb throne to-night toil toss truth's credentials Twas twixt utterance wait weak wedded wife wild woman wonder words
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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...
Stran 167 - I'm looking still, But naught can I see, whether good or ill, Save a flurry of dust in the distance." • " Time's up I" shouted Blue Beard, out from his room ; " This moment shall witness your terrible doom, And give you a dwelling within the room Whose secrets you have invaded." " Comes there no help for my terrible need ?" "There are horsemen twain riding hither with speed.
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 20 - DOUBT. 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 84 - And few the caroful feet that find The hidden portal. All common good has common price ; Exceeding good, exceeding ; Christ bought the keys of Paradise By cruel bleeding ; Must give its all, and beg for graco To till the measure.
Stran 21 - Till the cold wind starts to blow. Day will return with a fresher boon ; God will remember the world ! Night will come with a newer moon...
Stran 28 - 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 ? Now he thinks he'll go to sleep!
Stran 27 - Who can tell what a baby thinks ? Who can follow the gossamer links By which the manikin feels his way Out from the shore of the great unknown, Blind and wailing, and alone, Into the light of day?
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. She tried to forget the terrible dead, But shrieked when she saw that the key was red. And sickened and shook with an awful dread When she heard Blue Beard was coming.
Stran 28 - 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! Down he goes! See! He is hushed in sweet repose!