The skies have sunk, and hid the upper snow (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie), The rainy clouds are filing fast below, And wet will be the path, and wet shall we....
My sons, and ye the children of my sons, Jacob your father goes upon his way, His pilgrimage is being accomplished. Come near and hear him ere his words are o'er. Not as my father's or his father's days,...
These are the words of Jacob's wives, the words Which Leah spake and Rachel to his ears, When, in the shade at eventide, he sat By the tent door, a palm-tree overhead,...
Is it this, then, O world-warrior, That, exulting, through the folds Of the dark and cloudy barrier Thine enfranchised eye beholds? Is, when blessed hands relieve thee...
To wear out heart, and nerves, and brain, And give oneself a world of pain; Be eager, angry, fierce, and hot, Imperious, supple God knows what, For what's all one to have or not;...
When panting sighs the bosom fill, And hands by chance united thrill At once with one delicious pain The pulses and the nerves of twain; When eyes that erst could meet with ease,...
Thought may well be ever ranging, And opinion ever changing, Task-work be, though ill begun, Dealt with by experience better; By the law and by the letter Duty done is duty done...
A youth was I. An elder friend with me, 'Twas in September o'er the autumnal sea We went; the wide Atlantic ocean o'er Two amongst many the strong steamer bore. Delight it was to feel that wondrous force...
Beside me, in the car, she sat, She spake not, no, nor looked to me From her to me, from me to her, What passed so subtly, stealthily? As rose to rose that by it blows Its interchanged aroma flings;...
It may be true That while we walk the troublous tossing sea, That when we see the o'ertopping waves advance, And when we feel our feet beneath us sink, There are who walk beside us; and the cry...
O tell me, friends, while yet we part, And heart can yet be heard of heart, O tell me then, for what is it Our early plan of life we quit; From all our old intentions range,...
To spend uncounted years of pain, Again, again, and yet again, In working out in heart and brain The problem of our being here; To gather facts from far and near, Upon the mind to hold them clear,...
To spend uncounted years of pain, Again, again, and yet again, In working out in heart and brain The problem of our being here; To gather facts from far and near, Upon the mind to hold them clear,...
'I hope it is in good plain verse,' said my uncle, 'none of your hurry-scurry anap'sts, as you call them, in lines which sober people read for plain heroics. Nothing is more disagreeable than to say a line over two, or, it may ...