Henry Masterman Mist Diaries and Prisoners Pie Magazine
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=Aldania.= | =Aldania.= | ||
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Shall I attempt the Italian skies | Shall I attempt the Italian skies | ||
− | To paint a deeper blue? | + | To paint a deeper blue? |
And deck the fields of Arcady | And deck the fields of Arcady | ||
− | In more resplendent hue? | + | In more resplendent hue? |
Or teach the nightingale to sing | Or teach the nightingale to sing | ||
− | More rapturous a refrain? | + | More rapturous a refrain? |
And tune the angels' harps in heaven | And tune the angels' harps in heaven | ||
− | To some more ravishing strain? | + | To some more ravishing strain? |
Shall I still prettier modesty | Shall I still prettier modesty | ||
− | The dainty violet loan? | + | The dainty violet loan? |
Enrich the balms of Araby | Enrich the balms of Araby | ||
− | To charms beyond their own? | + | To charms beyond their own? |
Or to the sun a candle hold, | Or to the sun a candle hold, | ||
− | To show its peerless light? | + | To show its peerless light? |
Encrust the stars with diamonds, | Encrust the stars with diamonds, | ||
− | That they appear more bright? | + | That they appear more bright? |
Oh! vainest of all vanities, | Oh! vainest of all vanities, | ||
− | Such idle thoughts to raise! | + | Such idle thoughts to raise! |
Yet vainer still it is for me | Yet vainer still it is for me | ||
− | To sing my Lady's praise. C. | + | To sing my Lady's praise. C. |
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=Autumn Leaves.= | =Autumn Leaves.= | ||
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Like waiting bridges in their wedding robes, | Like waiting bridges in their wedding robes, | ||
The leaves are whispering to each other wonderingly. | The leaves are whispering to each other wonderingly. | ||
When the next sun dawns | When the next sun dawns | ||
− | They are gone. | + | They are gone. |
And with quick rustling steps | And with quick rustling steps | ||
And ceaseless whisperings, | And ceaseless whisperings, | ||
− | They hurry onwards after the flying wind. | + | They hurry onwards after the flying wind. |
− | They wander along the rainy roads | + | They wander along the rainy roads |
− | .....And the heavy wheels pass over them. J.A.W. | + | .........And the heavy wheels |
− | + | pass over them. J.A.W. | |
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=O Touch us Not.= | =O Touch us Not.= | ||
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Of aught to speak of. Yea, we are grown base, | Of aught to speak of. Yea, we are grown base, | ||
We, who would fain be Saviours of Men. | We, who would fain be Saviours of Men. | ||
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Hold back your hands, and come not near us when | Hold back your hands, and come not near us when | ||
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We agonise in this dim Garden Place. | We agonise in this dim Garden Place. | ||
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O touch us not, Eternal Magdalen, | O touch us not, Eternal Magdalen, | ||
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For we would be the Saviours of Men. I.H. | For we would be the Saviours of Men. I.H. | ||
</pre> | </pre> |
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Aldania.
Shall I attempt the Italian skies To paint a deeper blue? And deck the fields of Arcady In more resplendent hue? Or teach the nightingale to sing More rapturous a refrain? And tune the angels' harps in heaven To some more ravishing strain? Shall I still prettier modesty The dainty violet loan? Enrich the balms of Araby To charms beyond their own? Or to the sun a candle hold, To show its peerless light? Encrust the stars with diamonds, That they appear more bright? Oh! vainest of all vanities, Such idle thoughts to raise! Yet vainer still it is for me To sing my Lady's praise. C.
Autumn Leaves.
Like waiting bridges in their wedding robes, The leaves are whispering to each other wonderingly. When the next sun dawns They are gone. And with quick rustling steps And ceaseless whisperings, They hurry onwards after the flying wind. They wander along the rainy roads .........And the heavy wheels pass over them. J.A.W.
O Touch us Not.
O touch us not, Eternal Magdalen! The whole world fades away when your pale face Yearns out to us, the Saviours of Men. Yea, all our luminous dreams are faded then, And we hold shadows strained in our embrace. O touch us not, Eternal Magdalen! No more we preach on Mountains, or have ken Of aught to speak of. Yea, we are grown base, We, who would fain be Saviours of Men. Hold back your hands, and come not near us when We agonise in this dim Garden Place. O touch us not, Eternal Magdalen, For we would be the Saviours of Men. I.H.