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A Lover Litanies

Auhtor: Eric Mackay

Language: english
Published: 1888

Genres:

poetry
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Review by C. F. Hill, December 2010


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Lover Litanies':

... man be found, this side the Stygian shore,. So meek as I, so patient under blame,. And yet, withal, so minded to proclaim. His life-long ...
... like the empress-flower,. And there could grow, unwing'd, and be a bud,. With all his warblings ta'en at singing-flood. And turned to vgaries of ...
... teach thee all I know, though unbesought,. And make thee prouder of a poet's dream. Than wealthy men are proud of what they seem. If thou have ...
... when so slight a thing. As some small bird is wounded in the wing,. Avert thy scorn, and grant me, from afar,. At least the right to love thee ...
... saved and slain, and crown'd and made anew,. A grief-glad man, with yearnings not a few,. But no just hope to win so fair a troth. I ...
... winter-time,. The maiden moon, that tenderly doth climb. The lofty heavens, hath yet a beam to spare. For doleful wretches in their dungeon-lair. E'en ...
... as snow. And, hand in hand, we stood beside a shrine. At which a bard whom lovers deem divine,. Laid down his life and, as we gazed at this,. There ...
... thoughts aspire to,-as the birds of May. Aspire o' mornings,-as in lonely nooks. The gurgling murmurs of neglected brooks. Aspire to moonlight,-aye. ...
... the halo of thy spotless name. xiv. But dreams are idle, and I must forget. All that they tend to. I must cease to fret,. Moth ...
... thy blood and prompt thee to be just. I would endow thee with a fairer trust. Than mere contentment, and a dearer joy. Than mere revulsion ...
... to that face of thine. Which is the great world's wonder unto me. xiii. O Heaven. could this be done, and I fulfil. One half my wish, and ...
... quiverings of a lute. And she I love will sing, for thy repute,. Full many a song. She sings when she but speaks. And when she's near the birds ...
... there's a wonder-prize,. Unknown till now beneath the vaulted skies,. And thou'rt its symbol thou'rt its essence fair,. Its full completion form'd ...
... greet thee and my soul was dazed. And self-convicted in its new design. For I was mad to hope to call thee mine,. Aye. mad as he who claims a ...
... flush of thy fair face,. A lifted hand to tell me that the place. Was fairy-fenced, and guarded as by flame,-. Oh. had I dared to court the word ...
... severe, athwart the shining cloud. Of thy long hair. And shall I never learn. How least to grieve thee when my vows are vow'd. xii. The full ...
... holiest thing beneath the sun. iii. For what is fame that with so loud a voice. O'ersways the nations. What the random choice. Of sight and ...
... the bounds of wisdom which hath ceased. To win men's praise. The Matins of the East. Sung by the lark,-the Credo of the Cloud. Which oft ...
... that wild day when I thy hand did claim,. And when thy lips refusd me their boon. But thoughts are free and mine have found at last. Their apt ...
... (Revised and Enlarged Edition.) By Emily Pfeiffer, Author of Gerard's Monument, Under the Aspens, The Rhyme of the Lady of the Rock, ...