The Angel in the HouseGeorge Bell and Son, 1885 - 216 ページ |
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admired amaranth ashlar ask'd beauty bliss breast breath brow call'd CANTO charms Chatteris churl clouds Common Graces conferr'd daisy eyes dance Dean Dean's dear delight desire despair dread dreams dull face fair faith fancy feel Felix fill'd fix'd gentle glove grace grew half happy heart Heaven heavenly Honoria honour hope kiss kiss'd knew Koh-i-noor ladies laugh laugh'd light live lives at last look Love at Large LOVE IN IDLENESS love's loveliness MARY AND MILDRED Mildred's mood moon MORNING CALL nature's ne'er never noble nought nuptial o'er pass'd passion Petrarch pleasure praise prayer PRELUDES pride proud remorse rest restless heart rose rose-tree rude boy sad soever Sarum Close scorn'd seem'd seems sigh'd sing smile song soul spirit strange sweet talk'd tears things thou thought to-day truth Twas Venus Venus Victrix vex'd wife wings woman's word worship
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32 ページ - THE ROSE OF THE WORLD Lo, when the Lord made North and South, And sun and moon ordained, He, Forthbringing each by word of mouth In order of its dignity Did man from the crude clay express By sequence, and all else decreed, He formed the woman; nor might less Than Sabbath such a work succeed.
208 ページ - I, while the shop-girl fitted on The sand-shoes, look'd where, down the bay, The sea glow'd with a shrouded sun. 'I'm ready, Felix; will you pay?' That was my first expense for this Sweet Stranger, now my three days
56 ページ - twere to misdeserve The poet's gift of perfect speech, In song to try, with trembling nerve, The limit of its utmost reach, Only to sound the wretched praise Of what to-morrow shall not be ; So mocking with immortal bays The cross-bones of mortality ! I do not thus. My faith is fast That all the loveliness I sing Is made to bear the mortal blast, And blossom in a better Spring.
67 ページ - Lo, there, whence love, life, light are pour'd. Veil'd with impenetrable rays, Amidst the presence of the Lord Co-equal Wisdom laughs and plays. Female and male God made the man ; His image is the whole, not half; And in our love we dimly scan The love which is between Himself.
160 ページ - plaining seems to cure his plight: He makes his sorrow, when there's none; His fancy blows both cold and hot; Next to the wish that she'll be won, His first hope is that she may not; He sues, yet deprecates consent; Would she be captured she must fly; She looks too happy and content, For whose least pleasure he would die; Oh, cruelty, she cannot care For one to whom she's always kind!
159 ページ - OW strange a thing a lover seems To animals that do not love ! Lo, where he walks and talks in dreams. And flouts us with his Lady's glove ; How foreign is the garb he wears ; And how his great devotion mocks Our poor propriety, and scares The undevout with paradox ! His soul, through scorn of worldly care, And great extremes of sweet and gall, And musing much on all...
161 ページ - As if his life were only there ; Because she's constant, he will change, And kindest glances coldly meet, And, all the time he seems so strange, His soul is fawning at her feet ; Of smiles and simple heaven grown tired, He wickedly provokes her tears, And when she weeps, as he desired, Falls slain with ecstasies of fears ; He blames her, though she has no fault, Except the folly to be his ; He worships her, the more to exalt The profanation of a kiss ; Health's his disease ; he's never well But when...
65 ページ - An idle poet, here and there, Looks round him ; but, for all the rest, The world, unfathomably fair, Is duller than a witling's jest. Love wakes men, once a lifetime each ; They lift their heavy lids, and look ; And, lo, what one sweet page can teach, They read with joy, then shut the book. And some give thanks, and some blaspheme, And most forget ; but, either way, That and the Child's unheeded dream Is all the light of all their day.
178 ページ - I saw you take his kiss!' "Tis true.' 'O, modesty!' "Twas strictly kept: He thought me asleep; at least, I knew He thought I thought he thought I slept.
66 ページ - Not in the crises of events, Of compass'd hopes, or fears fulfill'd, Or acts of gravest consequence, Are life's delight and depth reveal'd. The day of days was not the day ; That went before, or was postponed ; The night Death took our lamp away Was not the night on which we groan'd. I drew my bride, beneath the moon, Across my threshold ; happy hour ! But, ah, the walk that afternoon We saw the water-flags in flower ! IV.