Bitter-sweet: A PoemC. Scribner's Sons, 1868 - 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 Father Fatima fear feet fell flame forgive friends girl give God's golden hour GRACE hand happy head heart Heaven husband Hush ISRAEL Jesus kiss knew light lips live LOCALITY-The look Lord MARY never night Old tunes pain pale path pity poplar prayed prayer precious PRUDENCE quick REBEKAH roar RUTH Save secret shame sighs sleep sleet smile song sophistries 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 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 27 - What does he think of his mother's eyes? What does he think of his mother's hair? What of the cradle-roof, that flies Forward and backward through the air?
Stran 27 - What of the cradle-roof that flies Forward 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...
Stran 19 - ... And rules the world alone. There is no good ; there is no God ; And Faith is a heartless cheat Who bares the back for the Devil's rod, And scatters thorns for the feet. What are prayers in the lips of death, Filling and chilling with hail ? What are prayers but wasted breath Beaten back by the gale...
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 83 - But gold-flakes gleam in dim defiles, And lonely gorges. The snowy marble flecks the land With heaped and rounded ledges, But diamonds hide within the sand Their starry edges. The finny armies clog the twine That sweeps the lazy river, But pearls come singly from the brine, With the pale diver. God gives no value unto men Unmatched by meed of labor ; And Cost of Worth has ever been The closest neighbor.
Stran 43 - I ask What He would have this evil do for me ? What is its mission ? what its ministry ? What golden fruit lies hidden in its husk ? How shall it nurse my virtue, nerve my will, Chasten my passions, purify my love, And make me in some goodly sense like Him Who bore the cross of evil while He lived, Who hung and bled upon it when He died, And now, in glory, wears the victor's crown ? ISRAEL.
Stran 28 - 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? 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 83 - Thus is it over all the earth ! That which we call the fairest, And prize for its surpassing worth, Is always rarest. Iron is heaped in mountain piles, And gluts the laggard forges ; But gold-flakes gleam in dim defiles And lonely gorges.
Stran 163 - Beard then, for a month, I ween ! And she was as proud as any queen, And as happy as she could be, too; But her husband called her to him one day, And said, " My dear, I am going away; It will not be long that I shall stay; There is business for me to see to. " The keys of my castle I leave with you; But if you value my love, be true, And forbear to enter the Chamber of Blue! Farewell, Fatima! Remember!