PoemsE. Moxon, 1851 - 375 стор. |
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... Live - yet live ― Shall sharpest pathos blight us , knowing all Life needs for life is possible to will Live happy ! tend thy flowers : be tended by My blessing ! should my shadow cross thy thoughts Too sadly for their peace , so put it ...
... Live - yet live ― Shall sharpest pathos blight us , knowing all Life needs for life is possible to will Live happy ! tend thy flowers : be tended by My blessing ! should my shadow cross thy thoughts Too sadly for their peace , so put it ...
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... live , ' T were all as one to fix our hopes on Heaven As on this vision of the golden year . " With that he struck his staff against the rocks And broke it , James , you know him , old , but full - - Of force and choler , and firm upon ...
... live , ' T were all as one to fix our hopes on Heaven As on this vision of the golden year . " With that he struck his staff against the rocks And broke it , James , you know him , old , but full - - Of force and choler , and firm upon ...
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... live and sigh , Than once from dread of pain to die . " Sick art thou -a divided will Still heaping on the fear of ill The fear of men , a coward still . " Do men love thee ? Art thou so bound To men , that how thy name may sound Will ...
... live and sigh , Than once from dread of pain to die . " Sick art thou -a divided will Still heaping on the fear of ill The fear of men , a coward still . " Do men love thee ? Art thou so bound To men , that how thy name may sound Will ...
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... While thou abodest in the bud . It was the stirring of the blood . " If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower , Who is it that could live an hour ? " Then comes the check , the change , the 62 THE TWO VOICES .
... While thou abodest in the bud . It was the stirring of the blood . " If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower , Who is it that could live an hour ? " Then comes the check , the change , the 62 THE TWO VOICES .
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... thee neither hear nor see : But break it . In the name of wife , And in the rights that name may give , Are clasped the moral of thy life , And that for which I care to live . EPILOGUE . So , Lady Flora , take my lay 90 THE DAY - DREAM .
... thee neither hear nor see : But break it . In the name of wife , And in the rights that name may give , Are clasped the moral of thy life , And that for which I care to live . EPILOGUE . So , Lady Flora , take my lay 90 THE DAY - DREAM .
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Сторінка 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Сторінка 44 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the- world, and all the wonder that would be...
Сторінка 99 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Сторінка 272 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Сторінка 31 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Сторінка 45 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Сторінка 35 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Сторінка 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Сторінка 36 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, 'My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Сторінка 89 - To sleep thro' terms of mighty wars, And wake on science grown to more, On secrets of the brain, the stars, As wild as aught of fairy lore; And all that else the years will show. The Poet-forms of stronger hours, The vast Republics that may grow, The Federations and the Powers; Titanic forces taking birth In divers seasons, divers climes; For we are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. So sleeping, so aroused from sleep Thro' sunny decads new and strange, Or gay quinquenniads would...