Little French Masterpieces, Volumen3G.P. Putnam's sons, 1903 |
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Pasajes populares
Página 265 - Yes; when the ways oppose — When the hard means rebel, Fairer the work out-grows, — More potent far the spell.
Página 263 - WE are in love's land to-day ; Where shall we go ? Love, shall we start or stay, Or sail or row ? There's many a wind and way, And never a May but May ; We are in love's hand to-day ; Where shall we go ? Our landwind is the breath Of sorrows kissed to death And joys that were ; Our ballast is a rose ; Our way lies where God knows And love knows where. We are in love's hand to-dayOur seamen are fledged Loves, Our masts are bills of doves, Our decks fine gold ; Our ropes are dead maids' hair, Our stores...
Página 266 - For bronze of Syracuse ; In the veined agate trace The profile of thy Muse. Painter, that still must mix But transient tints anew, Thou in the furnace fix The firm enamel's hue ; Let the smooth tile receive Thy dove-drawn Erycine ; Thy Sirens blue at eve Coiled in a wash of wine. All passes. ART alone Enduring stays to us ; The Bust out-lasts the throne, The Coin, Tiberius ; Even the gods must go ; Only the lofty Rhyme Not countless years o'erthrow,— Not long array of time.
Página 264 - Our ropes are dead maids' hair, Our stores are love-shafts fair And manifold. We are in love's land to-day — Where shall we land you, sweet ? On fields of strange men's feet, Or fields near home ? Or where the fire-flowers blow, Or where the flowers of snow • Or flowers of foam ? We are in love's hand to-dayLand me, she says, where love Shows but one shaft, one dove, One heart, one hand.
Página 263 - s many a wind and way, And never a May but May; We are in love's hand to-day; Where shall we go? Our land-wind is the breath Of sorrows kissed to death And joys that were; Our ballast is a rose; Our way lies where God knows And love knows where. We are in love's hand to-day — • Our seamen are fledged Loves, Our masts are bills of doves, Our decks fine gold ; Our ropes are dead maids' hair, Our stores are love-shafts fair And manifold.
Página 285 - CLARIMONDE WITH elbow buried in the downy pillow I've lain and read, All through the night, a volume Strangely written In tongues long dead. For at my bedside lie no dainty slippers; And, save my own, Under the paling lamp I hear no breathing: — I am alone! But there are yellow bruises on my body And violet stains; Though no white vampire came with lips bloodcrimsoned To suck my veins! Now I bethink me of a sweet weird story, That in the dark Our dead loves thus with seal of chilly kisses Our bodies...
Página 287 - With sweet, soft eyelids closed, to be reopened Never again. Dead sweetheart, can it be that thou hast lifted With thy frail hand Thy coffin-lid, to come to me again From Shadowland ? Thou who, one joyous night, didst, pale and speechless, Pass from us all, Dropping thy silken mask and gift of flowers Amidst the ball ? Oh, fondest of my loves, from that far heaven Where thou must be, Hast thou returned to pay the debt of kisses Thou owest me?
Página 236 - ... later at my leisure; and taking advantage of a moment when she had her back turned, I tossed the contents under the table; after which I withdrew to my apartment and went to bed, fully determined not to go to sleep and to see what it all meant. I did not wait long; Clarimonde entered in her night-robe, and, having cast it aside, knelt beside my bed. When she was fully assured that I was asleep, she bared my arm and drew a gold pin from her hair; then she murmured in a low voice: "One drop, just...
Página 191 - Ah! if I had not been a priest, I might have seen her every day; I might have been her lover, her husband...
Página 257 - They realized it themselves, and returned to their virginal, which they had abandoned for vocal music. But one night the window was open, the birds were twittering in the park, the night wind sighed harmoniously: there was so much music in the air that they could not resist the temptation to sing a duet which they had composed the night before. It was the Swan's Song, a wondrous melody all drenched with tears, ascending to the most inaccessible heights of the scale, and redescending the ladder of...