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Page 92 - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree; Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet ; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.
Page 92 - My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these , Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves, and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves, and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday...
Page 97 - Thus one portion of being is the Prolific, the other the Devouring. To the devourer it seems as if the producer was in his chains; but it is not so; he only takes portions of existence and fancies that the whole. But the Prolific would cease to be Prolific unless the Devourer as a sea received the excess of his delights. Some will say: "Is not God alone the Prolific?" I answer: "God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.
Page 92 - BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot: My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Page 18 - The act to restrain the trade and commerce of the provinces of Massachusetts Bay and New Hampshire, and colonies of Connecticut and Rhode Island and Providence Plantation, in North America, to Great Britain, Ireland, and the British Islands in the West Indies ; and to prohibit such provinces and colonies from carrying on any fishery on the banks of Newfoundland, and other places therein mentioned, under certain conditions and limitations.
Page 61 - Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits — and then Remold it nearer to the Heart's desire!
Page 8 - Clear across the dim blue distance, Like a horn blown in a dream; Scarlet when the April vanguard Bugles up the laggard Spring, Scarlet when the bannered Autumn Marches by unwavering. It will comfort me with honey When the shining rifts and showers Sweep across the purple valley And bring back the forest flowers.
Page 34 - Oh, the shambling sea is a sexton old, And well his work is done. With an equal grave for lord and knave, He buries them every one. Then hoy and rip, with a rolling hip, He makes for the nearest shore; And God, who sent him a thousand ship, Will send him a thousand more; But some hell save for a bleaching grave, And shoulder them in to shore, — Shoulder them in, shoulder them in, Shoulder them in to shore.
Page 93 - Love builds on the azure sea, And Love builds on the golden sand, And Love builds on the rose-winged cloud, And sometimes Love builds on the land ! O if Love build on sparkling sea, And if Love build on golden strand, And if Love build on rosy cloud, To Love these are the solid land ! O Love will build his lily walls, And Love his pearly roof will rear On cloud, or land, or mist, or sea — Love's solid land is everywhere!
Page 18 - A NARRATIVE OF THE LIFE OF JOHN MARRANT, OF NEW YORK IN NORTH AMERICA: GIVING AN ACCOUNT OF HIS CONVERSION WHEN ONLY FOURTEEN YEARS OF AGE: HIS LEAVING HIS MOTHER'S HOUSE FROM RELIGIOUS MOTIVES.