Had i the power To cast a bell that should from some grand tower, At the first Christmas hour, Outring, And fling A jubilant message wide, The forgëd metals should be thus allied:— No iron Pride, But soft Humility, and rich-veined Hope Cleft from a sunny slope; And there should be White Charity, And silvery Love, that knows not Doubt nor Fear, To make the peal more clear; And then to firmly fix the fine alloy, There should be Joy!
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It stands in a winding street, A quiet and restful nook, Apart from the endless beat Of the noisy heart of Trade; There ’s never a spot more cool Of a hot midsummer day By the brink of a forest pool, Or the bank of a crystal brook In the maples’ breezy shade, Than the book-stall... |
Had i the power To cast a bell that should from some grand tower, At the first Christmas hour, Outring, And fling A jubilant message wide, The forgëd metals should be thus allied:— No iron Pride, But soft Humility, and rich-veined Hope Cleft from a sunny slope; And there should be White Charity... |
Be ye in love with April-tide? I’ faith, in love am I! For now ’t is sun, and now ’t is shower, And now ’t is frost, and now ’t is flower, And now ’t is Laura laughing-eyed, And now ’t is Laura shy. Ye doubtful days, O slower glide! Still smile and frown, O sky! Some beauty... |
Why dost thou hail with songful lips no more The glorious sunrise?—Why is Memnon mute, Whose voice was tuned as is the silvery flute When Thebes sat queenly by the Nile’s low shore? The chained slaves sweat no longer at the oar, No longer shrines are raised to man and brute, Yet dawn by dawn the... |
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Oh, the wind from the desert blew in!— Khamsin, The wind from the desert blew in! It blew from the heart of the fiery south, From the fervid sand and the hills of drouth, And it kissed the land with its scorching mouth; The wind from the desert blew in! It blasted the buds on the... |
