PoemsRoberts Brothers, 1864 - 239 pages |
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Page 244 - Good ringers, pull your best,' quoth he. ' Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells ! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe " The Brides of Enderby."' Men say it was a stolen tyde— The Lord that sent it, He knows all; But in myne ears doth still abide The message that the bells let fall: And there was...
Page 244 - Then some looked uppe into the sky, And all along where Lindis flows To where the goodly vessels lie, And where the lordly steeple shows. They sayde, " And why should this thing be, "What danger lowers by land or sea ? They ring the tune of Enderby...
Page 244 - O fond, O fool, and blind, To God I gave with tears, But when a man like grace would find My soul put by her fears — O fond, O fool, and blind, God guards in happier spheres ; That man will guard where he did bind, Is hope for unknown years. To hear, to heed, to wed, Fair lot that maidens choose, Thy mother's tenderest words are said, Thy face no more she views ; Thy mother's lot, my dear, She doth in naught accuse ; Her lot to bear, to nurse, to rear, To love— and then to lose.
Page 244 - Crowds of bees are giddy with clover, Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
Page 186 - EPITAPH Below lies one whose name was traced in sand — He died, not knowing what it was to live : Died while the first sweet consciousness of manhood And maiden thought electrified his soul: Faint beatings in the calyx of the rose. Bewildered reader, pass without a sigh In a proud sorrow ! There is life with God, In other kingdom of a sweeter air; In Eden every flower is blown. Amen.
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Page 244 - Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow ; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot ; Quit your pipes of parsley hollow, Hollow, hollow ; Come uppe Lightfoot, rise and follow ; Lightfoot, Whitefoot, From your clovers lift the head ; Come uppe Jetty, follow, follow, Jetty, to the milking shed.
Page 244 - I looked without, and lo! my sonne Came riding downe with might and main: He raised a shout as he drew on, Till all the welkin rang again, "Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" (A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.) "The olde sea wall (he cried) is downe, The rising tide comes on apace, And boats adrift in yonder towne Go sailing uppe the market-place.
Page 244 - We two walk till the purple dieth And short, dry grass under foot is brown, But one little streak at a distance lieth Green, like a ribbon, to prank the down.
Page 175 - God 1 make free This barren, shackled earth, so deadly cold, — Breathe gently forth Thy spring, till winter flies In rude amazement, fearful and yet bold, While she performs her customed charities. I weigh the loaded hours till life is bare — O God ! for one clear day, a snowdrop, and sweet airl TXT.