Poems and Essays, Том 1

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Сторінка 327 - Revenge, retaliation, atonement, are pernicious mistakes. If Beatrice had thought in this manner, she would have been wiser and better ; but she would never have been a tragic character : the few whom such an exhibition would have interested, could never have been sufficiently interested for a dramatic purpose, from the want of finding sympathy in their interest among the mass who surround them.
Сторінка lxxxix - ONE only Way to Life ; One Faith, delivered once for all ; One holy Band, endowed with Heaven's high call ; One earnest, endless Strife ; — This is the Church th' Eternal framed of old. Smooth open ways, good store ; A Creed for every clime and age, By Mammon's touch new moulded o'er and o'er ; No cross, no war to wage ; — This is the Church our earth-dimmed eyes behold.
Сторінка 61 - Angels' wings. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. IKE a musician that with flying finger Startles the voice of some new instrument, And, though he know that in one string are blent All its extremes of sound, yet still doth linger Among the lighter threads, fearing to start The deep soul of that one melodious wire, Lest it, unanswering, dash his high desire, And spoil the hopes of his expectant heart ; — Thus, with my mistress oft conversing, I Stir every lighter theme with careless voice, Gathering sweet...
Сторінка 83 - Gleam tremblingly ; serene and heavenly fair, The eastern hanging crescent climbeth higher. See, purple on the azure softly steals, And Morning, faintly touched with quivering fire, Leans on the frosty summits of the hills, Like a young girl over her hoary sire. Oh, such a dawning over me has come, — The daybreak of thy purity and love ; — The sadness of the never-satiate tomb Thy countenance hath power to remove ; And from the sepulchre of Hope thy palm Can roll the stone, and raise her bright...
Сторінка 201 - Grave silence, throned in upper skies, Unfolds her silken slumbering eyes; No voice but jars the ear of silence, Save tuned breath, which doth 't no violence." The scene quickly shifts to the court. The Swede is ravaging the land, and Robert receives orders from the king to march against him with Ethel as his second in command. Violenzia meanwhile is to be left at the court as in a place of safety. The King is a hot young voluptuary, with...
Сторінка 63 - That cast its sweet reflection ou thy face, He touched thy marble brow ; loosening the while With outstretched hand the golden door's embrace, He ushered thee to the immortal throng, Who tuned thy welcome home in clear harmonious song. London, November 1843. TO MY MOTHER. As winter, in some mild autumnal days, Breathes such an air as youngest spring discloses, So age in thee renews an infant's grace, And clothes thy cheek in soft November roses. Time hath made friends with Beauty in thy face, And,...
Сторінка cxxiii - It opened on the sand, And far away from land Her lover's keel was cutting the blue wave ; At which sad sight she swooned away, And on the yellow sand all helpless long she lay. Her pale lips lie apart, Nor beats her broken heart ; Her light smock floating doth lay bare her beauties ; Her white limbs, all astray, In tangled disarray Lie helplessly, nor heed their bounden duties. In heavy masses, all unbound, Her golden glittering hair lies heaped upon the ground. Old Ocean, all aghast At the sad...
Сторінка 227 - I have seen such men. ETH. So sick, I have seen many, and some dead. He is noble that can hang a shield of patience Between himself and injuries, but most base That sees injustices unremedied. COB. That did you never. ETH. No, nor you, Cornelius, Nor any man who doth believe in heaven, But when he sees a wrong must war with it — By sufferance, if sufferance best abates it, But only then. And always in his spirit Eager antagonism, not passive spirits, Oppose the dangerous devil's mastery ; But sworded...
Сторінка cxi - Haply, the River of Time, As it grows, as the towns on its marge Fling their wavering lights On a wider statelier stream — May acquire, if not the calm Of its early mountainous shore, Yet a solemn peace of its own.
Сторінка 262 - No plague-star stands i' the sky, And rains disease ? I know it is not so ; No earthquake gapes. I know — I know it, I. Open the door. The jolly sun mounts up ; Why should he stain his glittering cheeks with tears...

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