Francis Neilson

Name: Blue and Purple
Author: Francis Neilson

Blue and Purple

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“Blue and Purple”, is a work by Francis Neilson. It explores elements such as love, loneliness and The hours.

Quotes from Blue and Purple (Francis Neilson)

Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ For love of God! I pray you, moving beam
Of light, stay, now my memory is woke—
You will not leave me now you do invoke
My thought to that dear night, long gone, when she,
With elfin joy, went out and captured thee.
You circle round my head, a band of flame—
A light that fades as quickly as it came.
O fickle fly, deny me not, come burn
For me, and let me from this torture turn;
In recollection’s refuge seek relief
From loneliness, the torn soul’s awful grief.
Come, bright or dark, do you but circle near,
Where you alone in night my words may hear.
What of my love? ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ Oh, where is my lost love,
My fairy mistress, gentle as a dove?
Does she in cockle leaves hide long night through,
Fearful of the clouds, shrinking from the dew?
I never see her now! The fire no more
In flick’ring rays lights up my sad heart’s core.
There is no warmth in life now she is gone.
The sun disdains the man it shines upon.
A wretched thing, bereft of all his joy,
Goes wand’ring through the night, where fays employ
The hours in dirges drear, and weirdly mourn
For her, their queen, long lost to fairy bourn. ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ My love is beautiful and sweet; she is like a pale pink rose full of the glory of dew and sun. Sharon’s garden knows not a bloom so fair as she. Persia holds not a fragrance so heavenly in its perfumed bowers. Oh, my wondrous love, pour thy scented charm into the chalice of my longing heart; fill with thy fresh splendour the air I breathe; and give me youth to spend on thee, my well-beloved. I am the gardener, born to tend one flower. My flower is the radiance of a dawn in June. Like a veil of glowing pearls my love spreads her light ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ Love made divine
The rapturous blood of me for you.
Red, full and bright,
Like Vallambrosa’s vineyard dew
On autumn’s night.
My mind explore, its treasures take,
So long as joy is there
To find, and leave it bare
Of every thought that might awake
New transports in your soul—
Then break the empty bowl,
So no one else may use
The vessel, should one choose.
My body clean and sweet enjoy,{79}
’Twas made to serve your least delight,
And when at last our passions cloy,
In one fierce moment, rise and smite
With withering scorn,
And leave it shorn
Of all its energy and force. ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ Lies mirrored in the pearly dew at dawn.
The flower that smiles at me,
Holds in its cup the picture of your face;
In rivulets I see
The flowing charm of your abiding grace.
The sapling tells me how
Your body’s symmetry grows strong and straight;
The winds which whisper now,
Tell me your love and trust will not abate.
The steadfast stars above
Reflect the fervour of your constant mind,
Your deep unwav’ring love—
The rarest jewel eager man can find!
In nature’s soul thou art—
I see thee, hear thee, feel thee, ever near ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ Die, days, and rot like aged men,
Nights, vanish like a gamester’s vow!
Hope, on in front, seeks out the way,
Doubt stays behind and scoffs at all,
Trust walks with calm all through the day,
Faith brightly shines through night’s deep pall.
Life in the ever present hour,
Art in the prison of life’s pain,
Love in the torture of its power;
Death shares with sleep what joy should gain.
{67} ABSENCE
There is no anguish like the mourning heart,
That mourns for its lost love and mourns in vain;
That is the anguish which defies all pain—
Torture at which Prometheus’ soul would start! ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ Such loneliness could not be braved by God!
{49} DESPAIR
Too tough! The spirit will survive,
It keeps this mortal coil alive;
Love too, that yearns to meet the day
When you will come and with me stay.
There is no death that love can fear—
Love never yet upon a bier
Lay in the sleep of death, for life
Is stronger far than any strife.
Love is the light which burns and shines
When woe of spirit undermines
The thought, and our lives go awry,
And days are long in passing by. ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ My love is list’ning to the skylark’s song,
Delight is in her ears.
She cannot know her lover yearns so long,
And drinks his salty tears
To quench his thirst for all her winsome grace—
Her absence makes a desert of the place.
My love is drinking in the air which blows
The perfumes of the sea,
The journeying breeze wafts past me—well she knows—
Though me she cannot see!{9}
Her lovely eyes, the yearning west would woo,
Look not on me while blooms in green fields sue.
She knows ’tis deathless love that holds me fast,
Chained to this rock so grim ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ But die, in loneliness from whence it came.
Heav’n though is kind and lets me sometimes in,
Then hell is all forgotten, and its woe
Fades like the dew dispersed by summer’s morn,
And I am purged of all my pain and sin.
Such moments shine like jewels—then I go
Back to the dreary hell where pain was born.
{56} ALONE
The mocking fiends by day
Make frenzied play
Around my loneliness;
The haunting sprites delight
To sport at night,
And jeer at my soul’s wretchedness;
Imprisoned in the boundary of a mind
Holding but one thought; only one can find
The thought of you! ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ Day is dark as longest night,{18}
Hours are without number;
Wakeful night in its slow flight,
Rids me of my slumber.
Weary, weary world, ah! me,
What is that I cry for?
Only love to come to me—
That is what I sigh for!
Only Hebe, lovely one,
She of loves the rarest—
Give me my beloved sun,
Light to me the fairest!
{19} LET US MAKE A GARDEN
Come, let us make a garden, mate of mine,
A patch of rich brown earth the Spring will green;
I, with a spade and fork; you, with a line
And plan, will set it out for heaven’s bright sheen
To cover, when the warm days come again. ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ Love without grief no test of strength will prove.
The bitterness and pain, dread loneliness,
The ache of yearning, then the galling thought—
Love’s deep passions in shattering gusts are caught,
And scattered wide apart when deep distress
Comes raging through the soul’s wide-open door ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ A weary round is day, and night is torn
By all the bitter conflicts day has worn;
The hours are full of shattered hopes, and pass
With ling’ring tortures, writhing in the mass
Of gloomy moods. I am no man of day,
Nor am I one the limpid night’s soft ray
Will fall upon to bless. ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ The night for me is lone—
And through its hours I count the cost
Of days without my own.
{55} HELL
Hell holds no terror I shall ever fear,
For earth when you are absent is my hell;
Nor thought of meeting can my torment quell,
For loneliness is black, and cold, and drear.
This hell is dark! My passion is a flame! ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ Upon me, trembling ’neath her spell sublime,
And chose me for her loving mate; to know{93}
Her worth, and find in her love’s happiness;
She came, and made a wondrous dream divine,
Her beauty and her rapture all aglow.
Blest vision of the dream youth sought in vain;
Sweet chalice, where commingled rest all aims;
Enchanting mystery of love’s last quest,
What can I offer thee that thou would’st deign
Commensurate (all that the world acclaims
Most precious things) with those rich gifts—the best—
The rarest love, thou didst bestow on me? ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ Is drinking down the draughts of winter’s pain;
Let us dig in our hopes with jocund toil!
The smell of fresh-turned loam will give us strength,
The work will brace our souls for greater tasks;
Our plan will bring us days of happy length,
And take from us the tribute summer asks.
Come, now the stubborn frost is yielding fast,
And bathe our bodies in the softer airs,
Which blow from kinder climes now winter’s past,
And sleet and hail are gone to their white lairs. ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ The yearning heart that yearns in vain
Will know no peace until the light
Goes out in never-ending night.
I bring you here the only balm{60}
For loneliness. Drink, and be calm!
Where all is still no aching mind
Can harrow you—peace you will find. ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ The evil thoughts drear loneliness will sow,
The torrid tears,
Abhorrent fears,
The fretful waiting,
The frenzied hating;
All come to me, by night, by day,
When you are far away.
. . . . .
Tired mind is easy prey
For hideous imagination’s play.
{62} ROAMING
Is there no place where I might rest? ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ Quaint repeater, friend diurnal
(Like a truthful, faithful journal) ,
Make the minutes pass away,
Speed the night, and hasten day.
Do you keep the hours correctly?
Hands that move so circumspectly
Ought, punctiliously, to show
When a lad to lass should go. ”

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Francis Neilson, Blue and Purple

“ Such as she to scholars known?{28}
She is younger than her youth,
She is older than her race,
She is clearer than the truth,
Tender as her winsome face.
Nature’s contradiction she,
Turning science upside down ”

Francis Neilson

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