Стихи и рассказы из категории memory

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I stood and watched him playing,    A little lad of three,
And back to me came straying    The years that used to be;
In him the boy was Maying    Who once belonged to me
The selfsame brown his eyes were    As those that once I knew;
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Soul of the Poet
wheresoe'er,
Reclaimed from earth, thy genius
Her wings of immortality ;
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Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now
Fate has left me your debtor,
You will remember how;
For I went away to Nantucket,
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Farewell, too little and too lately known,
Whom I began to think and call my own;
For sure our souls were near allied, and
Cast in the same poetic mould with mine
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The day returns again, my natal day;
What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise
Beloved friend, four years have pass'd
Since thou wert snatch'd forever from our eyes
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HT," you said, "to-night, all Ireland
The curlews call
" The dinner-talk went on,
And I knew what you heard and what you saw,
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(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington
Paris, on Decoration Day,
May 30, 1916
) Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When—with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding th...
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What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade    Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade
'Tis she
—but why that bleeding bosom gor'd,    Why dimly gleams the visionary sword
Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly
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But the essential advantage for a poet is not, to have a beautiful world with which to deal: it is to be able to see beneath both beauty and ugliness; to see the boredom, and the horror, and the glory
T
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It was his story
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AR
DE OF
IM, who grac'd the mimick scene,  And charm'd attention with resistless pow'r;
Whose wond'rous art, whose fascinating mien,  Gave glowing rapture to the short-liv'd hour
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The light of evening,
Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos,
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A pussy-cat who was the household pet for seventeen years
Naught but a little cat, you say;
Yet we remember her,
A creature loving, loyal, kind,
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I
OU who stealest fire, From the fountains of the past, To glorify the present, oh, haste, Visit my low desire
Strengthen me, enlighten me
I faint in this obscurity, Thou dewy dawn of memory...
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Every old man I
Reminds me of my
When he had fallen in love with
One time when sheaves were gathered
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Chill penury repress'd his noble rage,
And froze the genial current of his soul
AY
IF
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The
Brave infant of Saguntum,
Thy coming forth in that great year,
When the prodigious Hannibal did
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