In Praise of Leaves: And Other VerseLothrop, Lee & Shepard Company, 1906 - 124 pagina's |
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Pagina 9
... ITALY I. · II . Twilight Silence . Apollo and Daphne WRITTEN IN VENICE · I. • II . III . • IV . · PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ( August 4 , 1792 - July 8 , 1822 ) I. The Bay of Spezia II . Lerici . III . Villa Magni · IV . Villa Magni ...
... ITALY I. · II . Twilight Silence . Apollo and Daphne WRITTEN IN VENICE · I. • II . III . • IV . · PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ( August 4 , 1792 - July 8 , 1822 ) I. The Bay of Spezia II . Lerici . III . Villa Magni · IV . Villa Magni ...
Pagina 80
... Hermes , hidden in a leaf , did twine A laurel wreath for loves that never tire ? Since thou didst touch my brow in that far sky , Is there no mortal goal will satisfy ? RETURN TO ITALY HE sun hath sown a pathway in 80 EUROS.
... Hermes , hidden in a leaf , did twine A laurel wreath for loves that never tire ? Since thou didst touch my brow in that far sky , Is there no mortal goal will satisfy ? RETURN TO ITALY HE sun hath sown a pathway in 80 EUROS.
Pagina 81
And Other Verse Lilian Gertrude Shuman Dreyfus. RETURN TO ITALY HE sun hath sown a pathway in the sea ,
And Other Verse Lilian Gertrude Shuman Dreyfus. RETURN TO ITALY HE sun hath sown a pathway in the sea ,
Pagina 83
... Italy's tense blossoms and her soil , Whose hands laborious make a singing toil , Fashioning her rocks to gardens ... Italy , again thy voice I hear , Through slow quiescence of a lotus - year . MY Italy , again thy voice I hear , Thy 83 I.
... Italy's tense blossoms and her soil , Whose hands laborious make a singing toil , Fashioning her rocks to gardens ... Italy , again thy voice I hear , Through slow quiescence of a lotus - year . MY Italy , again thy voice I hear , Thy 83 I.
Pagina 84
And Other Verse Lilian Gertrude Shuman Dreyfus. MY Italy , again thy voice I hear , Thy voice like many voices , taut with dreams , Thy cry , like murmurs of transalpine streams . Stranger , more secret , do thy banks appear , Than once ...
And Other Verse Lilian Gertrude Shuman Dreyfus. MY Italy , again thy voice I hear , Thy voice like many voices , taut with dreams , Thy cry , like murmurs of transalpine streams . Stranger , more secret , do thy banks appear , Than once ...
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Angel Death APOLLO AND DAPHNE art thou Bay of Spezia beneath breast breeze clouds you love darkness day shuts dear DEVON ROAD doth Dream-child dreams dumb earth Echo ENGLISH LANE eternity eyes and sleeps fold Footprints like memories frail gainst gaze gleaming glow green gull hail hands heart heights hushed jester JOY RIDING SWIFTLY knew Lady Claire Lady of Clouds Lerici lingering lisping little Mother lonely loom Lost Spring melody mesh mist murmur mute neath night o'er October 15 pale pass PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pines Pisa Poet PRAISE OF LEAVES PROTESTANT CEMETERY rest River goes San Giuliano San Terenzo SEA-TURN shore shrine SHUMAN shuts its troubled sigh silence sings skies smile sound stars stir STORM-CHASED sudden tangled thee Thy dreams Thy shadows To-day TOMOKA RIVER tossed trees trembling troubled eyes Twilight Land unfathomed Unto verdant Via Reggio VILLA MAGNI ween WIND-LEAVES winds wings wist
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Pagina 61 - Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain ? Greatness and goodness are not means but ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man ? Three treasures,- love and light, And calm thoughts regular as infant's breath : And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Pagina 5 - ... because I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name: In you not fourscore years can dim the flame Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws Of time and change and mortal life and death. IN PRAISE OF LEAVES BY LILIAN SHUMAN DREYFUS, 1906 To MY MOTHER, HETTIE LANG SHUMAN Stumbling, we see the future as a cup Which she no longer stores with bread and wine, And where our human longing, yours and mine, Is all the incense we may offer up. A MOTHER'S...
Pagina 93 - THERE have I stood, and chastened by his name, With silence knelt — a shadow at a shrine; There have I given thanks, while breezes brine Murmured monotonies of youth and fame, Like votive anthems droned with soul aflame ! There have I wandered, while the memoried air Whispered of dreams evasive, sadly fair, Of crystal faith earth could not crush or tame. Surely within...
Pagina 111 - This is the world, and its heart is still, It shall fret no more its changeless will, Insensate beside its ashen hearth, Dumb it doth lie in the ice-wind's path.