|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Madison Julius Cawein. (1865 ?) (continued)|
| Into the sunsets turquoise marge|
The moon dips, like a pearly barge;
Enchantment sails through magic seas,
To fairyland Hesperides,
Over the hills and away.
| At Sunset. Stanza 1.|
| What magic shall solve us the secret|
Of beauty thats born for an hour?
|Richard Le Gallienne. (18661947)|
| Yea, howso we dream,|
Or how bravely we do;
The end is the same,
Be we traitor or true:
And after the bloom
And the passion is past
Death comes at last.
| An old Mans Song.|
| Times horses gallop down the lessening hill.|
| Time flies.|
| Theres too much beauty upon this earth|
For lonely men to bear.
| A Ballad of too much Beauty.|
|William Vaughn Moody. (18691910)|
| Time softly there|
Laughs through the abyss of radiance with the gods.
| The Fire-Bringer. Act i.|
| The gods despise enforcèd offerings.|
When the heart brings its dearest and its last
Then only will they hearif then, if then!
| The Fire-Bringer. Act ii.|