"A GENIAL MOMENT OFT HAS GIVEN WHAT YEARS OF TOIL AND PAIN,-(TRENCH) THOUGH WE CANNOT CEASE TO YEARN OR GRIEVE,-(TRENCH) RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH. The morning and the evening blooms are roses of thine, O Amphitrite's panting breast, whose breathing doth make O womb of Amphitrite, hear thy beautiful child, YET WE HAVE LEARNED IN PATIENCE TO ABIDE."-TRENCH. OF LONG INDUSTRIOUS TOIL, HAVE STRIVEN TO WIN, AND ALL IN VAIN."-TRENCH. JOY IS OF GOD, BUT HEAVINESS AND CARE (RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH) O! sprinkle thou with pearly dew Earth's garland of spring, All Naiads that from thee had sprung, commanded by thee, What ships of thought sail forth on thee! Atlantis doth sleep The goblets of the gods, from high Olympus that fall, A diver in the sea of love my song is, that fain I, like the Moon, beneath thy waves with yearning would Thence might I like the sun ascend, old Ocean divine. "IF THAT IN SIGHT OF GOD IS GREAT WHICH COUNTS ITSELF FOR SMALL, WE, BY THAT LAW, HUMILITY THE CHIEFEST GRACE MUST CALL."-TRENCH. TO THE EVENING STAR. OLE star that glitterest in the crimson west, Full unto us of sad perplexity, Seen from this place of sin and sin's unrest. Yea, all things which such perfect beauty own OF OUR OWN HEARTS, AND WHAT HAS HARBOURED THERE."-TRENCH. HE MIGHT HAVE BUILT A PALACE AT A Word, 474 RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH. For whether thou sole-sittest on thy throne, Thou and all nature, saving man alone, Fulfil with music sweet your Maker's ears. TIME WAS, AND HE WHO NOURISHED CROWDS WITH BREAD WOULD NOT ONE MEAL UNTO HIMSELF AFFORD: AUTUMN. HINE, Autumn, is unwelcome lore- To whisper in the Rose's ear That all her beauty is no more; And bid her own the faith how vain, A queen deposed, she quits her state: The hundred-voiced bird may woo The piping winds sing Nature's dirge, WHO SOMETIMES HAD NOT WHERE TO LAY HIS HEAD: OH, SELF-DENYING LOVE, WHICH FELT ALONE FOR NEEDS OF OTHERS, NEVER FOR ITS OWN."-TRENCH. OF SOME SWEET FUTURE, WHICH WE AFTER FIND BITTER TO TASTE, OR BIND THAT IN WITH FEARS,-(TRENCH) AND WATER IT BEFOREHAND WITH OUR TEARS-VAIN TEARS FOR THAT WHICH NEVER MAY ARRIVE."-TRENCH. STRONG TO FULFIL, IN SPIRIT AND IN VOICE, TRENCH) RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH. Thou fadest as a flower, O Man! Of food for musing here is store. O Man! thou fallest as a leaf: Pace thoughtfully Earth's leaf-strewn floor; Welcome the sadness of the time, And lay to heart this natural lore. [From "Poems, Collected and Arranged Anew," ed. 1865.] "O RIGHTEOUS DOOM, THAT THEY WHO MAKE PLEASURE THEIR ONLY END,-(TRENCH) WRITTEN DURING THE RUSSIAN WAR. HIS, or on this ;-Bring home with thee this shield, Whom her own hands had armed. O strong of heart! And such is theirs, who in our England now, For those dread posts, too slow, too swift, that haste [From "Poems, Collected and Arranged Anew," ed. 1865.] THAT HARDEST OF ALL PRECEPTS-TO REJOICE."-TRENCH. ORDERING THE WHOLE LIFE FOR ITS SAKE, MISS THAT WHERETO THEY TEND."-TRENCH. |