The Death of Œnone, Akbar's Dream, and Other Poems |
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112 FOURTH AVENUE 40 cents 75 cents Abû Abul Fazl ageän AKBAR'S DREAM ALDIS all's ask'd BANDIT'S DEATH bee buzz'd Blochmann blood Cabinet Edition call'd cave Christian CHURCH-WARDEN AND CURATE cloth coom'd Copyright creeds daäy dark dead DEATH OF CENONE Divine Faith DRAMATIC PERIOD dream'd earth ENOCH ARDEN Enone eyes Faizi fire flame flower flung follow the Sun Futehpur-Sikri Globe 8vo hand-made paper Hawa-i-ee heard heart heather heaven hymn Islám JOHN MORLEY Kapiolani Kilauea king Korân light LOCKSLEY HALL LORD TENNYSON Love MACMILLAN MATTHEW ARNOLD morocco mosque mountain mysen night niver NOTES TO AKBAR'S Padre POEMS poet POETICAL Polytheism prayer priests PROSE pyre race Riflemen form Rome shadow SHAKESPEARE shame SILENT VOICES soul star stone Storm TELEMACHUS thee thine thou thou'll thro TIRESIAS TOTTEL'S MISCELLANY Troad Truth turn'd vanish'd Volume W. T. WEBB wail Whirl WILLIAM WINTER woman Yell'd YORK
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Page 26 - Thy elect have no dealings with either heresy or orthodoxy ; for neither of them stands behind the screen of thy truth. Heresy to the heretic, and religion to, the orthodox. But the dust of the rose-petal belongs to the heart of the perfume seller.
Page 98 - The bee buzz'd up in the heat. ' I am faint for your honey, my sweet.' The flower said ' Take it, my dear. For now is the spring of the year. So come, come! ' 'Hum!' And the bee buzz'd down from the heat. And the bee buzz'd up in the cold When the flower was wither'd and old. 'Have you still any honey, my dear?
Page 93 - Let your reforms for a moment go ! Look to your butts and take good aims ! Better a rotten borough or so, Than a rotten flesh and a city in flames ! Storm, storm, riflemen, form ! Ready, be ready, against the storm ! Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen, form...
Page 113 - The face of Death is toward the Sun of Life, His shadow darkens earth : his truer name Is
Page 37 - That stone by stone I rear'da sacred fane, A temple, neither Pagod, Mosque, nor Church, But loftier, simpler, always open-door'd To every breath from heaven, and Truth and Peace And Love and Justice came and dwelt therein...
Page 93 - THERE is a sound of thunder afar, Storm in the South that darkens the day ! Storm of battle and thunder of war ! Well if it do not roll our way. Storm, Storm, Riflemen form ! Ready, be ready against the storm ! Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen form ! Be not deaf to the sound that warns, Be not gull'd by a despot's plea ! Are figs of thistles? or grapes of thorns? How can a despot feel with the Free?
Page 111 - WILL my tiny spark of being wholly vanish in your deeps and heights? Must my day be dark by reason, O ye Heavens, of your boundless nights, Rush of Suns, and roll of systems, and your fiery clash of meteorites?
Page 17 - ST. TELEMACHUS HAD the fierce ashes of some fiery peak Been hurl'd so high they ranged about the globe? For day by day, thro' many a blood-red eve, In that four-hundredth summer after Christ, The wrathful sunset glared against a cross Rear'd on the tumbled ruins of an old...
Page 83 - Dawn not Day ! Is it Shame, so few should have climb'd from the dens in the level below, Men, with a heart and a soul, no slaves of a four-footed will? But if twenty million of summers are stored in the sunlight still, We are far from the noon of man, there is time for the race to grow.